Ivor Gurney

(1890-1937 / England)

Lovely Playthings - Poem by Ivor Gurney

Dawn brings lovely playthings to the mind,
But sunset fights and goes down in battle blind.
The banners of dawn spread over in mystery,
But nightfall ends a boast and a pageantry.

After the halt of dawn comes the slow moving of
Time till the sun's hidden rush and the day is admitted.
Sunset dies out in a smother of something like love,
With dew and the elm-hung stars and owl outcries half-witted.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 31, 2010

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