Ivor Gurney

(1890-1937 / England)

April Gale - Poem by Ivor Gurney

The wind frightens my dog, but I bathe in it,
Sound, rush, scent of the Spring fields.

My dog's hairs are blown like feathers askew,
My coat's a demon, torturing like life.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 31, 2010

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