Ivor Gurney

(1890-1937 / England)

Defiance - Poem by Ivor Gurney

I will not droop my soiled flag,
Nor turn a thought on my own shame,
Though it be sin without a name,
And smutted honour but a rag
There is a curve of Glo'ster plough
That I was born alone to show.

If I go down before my fear
Has limned that shape with subtle truth
Mine ending be a thing of ruth
And best forgot by honest men.
Come then, night's near with much undone
And Time's fine sand too swift doth run.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 31, 2010



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