Ivor Gurney

(1890-1937 / England)

Ivor Gurney Poems

1. Brown Earth Look 8/31/2010
2. Defiance 8/31/2010
3. Drachms + Scruples 8/31/2010
4. Encounters 8/31/2010
5. Generations (The Ploughed Field And The Fallow Field) 8/31/2010
6. Generations (The Ploughed Field And The Fallow Field) 8/31/2010
7. Generations (There Are Mummers Yet On Cotswold) 8/31/2010
8. Daily 8/31/2010
9. Hedger 8/31/2010
10. La Gorgues 8/31/2010
11. Kettle-Song 8/31/2010
12. Lovely Playthings 8/31/2010
13. Near Vermand 8/31/2010
14. New Year's Eve 8/31/2010
15. Old Thought 8/31/2010
16. Personages 8/31/2010
17. Snow 8/31/2010
18. Robecq Again 8/31/2010
19. Saturday's Comings 8/31/2010
20. Stars Sliding 8/31/2010
21. The Change 8/31/2010
22. The Cloud 8/31/2010
23. The Comparison 8/31/2010
24. The Escape 8/31/2010
25. The Garden 8/31/2010
26. The Incense Bearers 8/31/2010
27. The Miracles 8/31/2010
28. The Road 8/31/2010
29. The Soaking 8/31/2010
30. The Square Thing 8/31/2010
31. Toussaints (Toj.W.H.) 8/31/2010
32. Turmut-Hoeing 8/31/2010
33. Western Sky-Look 8/31/2010
34. What Evil Coil 8/31/2010
35. When From The Curve Of The Wood's Edge 8/31/2010
36. When I Am Covered 8/31/2010
37. Walking Song 8/31/2010
38. When The Body Might Free 8/31/2010
39. Water Colours 8/31/2010
40. To The Prussians Of England 8/31/2010
Best Poem of Ivor Gurney

To His Love

He's gone, and all our plans
Are useless indeed.
We'll walk no more on Cotswolds
Where the sheep feed
Quietly and take no heed.

His body that was so quick
Is not as you
Knew it, on Severn River
Under the blue
Driving our small boat through.

You would not know him now…
But still he died
Nobly, so cover him over
With violets of pride
Purple from Severn side.

Cover him, cover him soon!
And with thick-set
Masses of memoried flowers-
Hide that red wet
Thing I must somehow forget.

Read the full of To His Love

Apprentices

We who praise poets with our labouring pen
And justify ourselves with laud of men
Have not the right to call our own our own,
Being but the ground-sprouts from those great trees grown.
The crafted art, the smooth curve, and surety
Come not of nature till the apprentice free
Of trouble with his tools, and cobwebbed cuts,
Spies out a path his own and casts his plots.
Then looking back on four-square edifices

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