Ivor Gurney

(1890-1937 / England)

Soft Rain Beats Upon My Windows - Poem by Ivor Gurney

Soft rain beats upon my windows
Hardly hammering
But by the great gusts guessed further off
Up by the bare moor and brambly headland
Heaven and earth make war

That savage toss of the pine boughs past music
And that roar of the elms…
Here come, in the candle light, soft reminder
Of poetry's truth, while rain beats as softly here
As sleep, or shelter of farms


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 31, 2010



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