Ivor Gurney

(1890-1937 / England)

Common Things - Poem by Ivor Gurney

The dearness of common things -
Beech wood, tea, plate-shelves,
And the whole family of crockery -
Wood-axes, blades, helves.

Ivory milk, earth's coffee,
The white face of books
And the touch, feel, smell of paper -
Latin's lovely looks.

Earth fine to handle;
The touch of clouds,
When the imagining arm leaps out to caress
Grey worsted or wool clouds.

Wool, rope, cloth, old pipes
Gone, warped in service;
And the one herb of tobacco,
The herb of grace, the censer weed,
Of whorled, blue, finger-traced curves.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 31, 2010



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