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. Hedger 8/31/2010
9. Hedges 8/31/2010
10. Kettle-Song 8/31/2010
11. La Gorgues 8/31/2010
12. Cut Flowers 8/31/2010
13. Daily 8/31/2010
14. Lovely Playthings 8/31/2010
15. Midnight 8/31/2010
16. Old Thought 8/31/2010
17. Old Times 8/31/2010
18. Near Vermand 8/31/2010
19. New Year's Eve 8/31/2010
20. Personages 8/31/2010
21. Saturday's Comings 8/31/2010
22. Snow 8/31/2010
23. Sonnet. September 1922 8/31/2010
24. Stars Sliding 8/31/2010
25. The Change 8/31/2010
26. The Cloud 8/31/2010
27. The Comparison 8/31/2010
28. The Escape 8/31/2010
29. The Garden 8/31/2010
30. The Incense Bearers 8/31/2010
31. The Miracles 8/31/2010
32. The Road 8/31/2010
33. The Soaking 8/31/2010
34. The Square Thing 8/31/2010
35. Walking Song 8/31/2010
36. Western Sky-Look 8/31/2010
37. What Evil Coil 8/31/2010
38. When From The Curve Of The Wood's Edge 8/31/2010
39. When I Am Covered 8/31/2010
40. When The Body Might Free 8/31/2010
Best Poem of Ivor Gurney

My Heart Makes Songs On Lonely Roads

My heart makes songs on lonely roads
To comfort me while you're away,
And strives with lovely sounding words
Its crowded tenderness to say.

Glimmering against the forward dark,
Your face I see with pride, with pain
So that one time I did desire
Never to see that face again.

But I am glad that Love has come
To bind me fast and try my worth;
For Love's a powerful Lord and gives
His friends dominion over the earth.

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Afterwards

Those dreadful evidences of Man's ill-doing
The kindly Mother of all shall soon hide deep,
Covering with tender fingers her children asleep,
Till Time's slow cycle turns them to renewing
In other forms their beauty - No grief, no rueing
Irrevocable woe. They'll lie, they'll steep
Their hearts in peace unfathomed, till they leap
Quick to the light of the sun, as flowers strewing,
Maybe, their own friends' paths. And that's not all.

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