Ivor Gurney

(1890-1937 / England)

Midnight - Poem by Ivor Gurney

There is no sound within the cottage now,
But my pen and the sound of long rain
Heavy and musical, I must think again
To find so sweet a noise, and cannot anyhow.

The soothingness and deep-toned tinkle, soft
Happenings of night, in pain there's nothing better.
Save tobacco, or long most looked for letter.
The different roof-sounds. House, shed, loft and scullery.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 31, 2010



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