Ivor Gurney

(1890-1937 / England)

The High Hills Have A Bitterness - Poem by Ivor Gurney

The high hills have a bitterness
Now they are not known
And memory is poor enough consolation
For the soul helpless gone.
Up in the air there beech tangles wildly in the wind
That I can imagine
But the speed, the swiftness, walking into clarity,
Like last years bryony are gone.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 31, 2010

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