Ivor Gurney

(1890-1937 / England)

The Garden - Poem by Ivor Gurney

The ordered curly and plain cabbages
Are all set out like school-children in rows;
In six short weeks shall these no longer please,
For with that ink-proud lady the rose, pleasure goes.

I cannot think what moved the poet men
So to write panegyrics of that foolish
Simpleton - while wild-rose as fresh again
Lives, and the drowsed cabbages keep soil coolish.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 31, 2010

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