Ivor Gurney

(1890-1937 / England)

Kettle-Song - Poem by Ivor Gurney

The worry and low murmur
Of the black kettle are set
Against my unquiet achings
And vanish, so strong is the fret.
Such tangles and evil-skeined fibres
Of living so matted are grown
That water-song is hardly noticed
For all its past comfortings known.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 31, 2010



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