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Ivor Gurney

“Cut Flowers,” Ivor Gurney

Posted on November 11, 2022 by Victoria Janssen

Cut Flowers Not in blue vases these Nor white, cut flowers are seen But in the August meadows When the reaper falls clean – And the shining and ridged rows Of cut stalks show to the eye As if some … Continue reading →

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Ivor Gurney, "The Bohemians"

Posted on March 27, 2010 by Victoria Janssen

The Bohemians Certain people would not clean their buttons,Nor polish buckles after latest fashions,Preferred their hair long, putties comfortable,Barely escaping hanging, indeed hardly able;In Bridge and smoking without army cautionsSpending hours that sped like evil for quickness,(While others burnished brasses, … Continue reading →

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Ivor Gurney, "The Silent One"

Posted on March 21, 2010 by Victoria Janssen

The Silent One Who died on the wires, and hung there, one of two–Who for his hours of life had chattered throughInfinite lovely chatter of Bucksaccent:Yet faced unbroken wires; stepped over, and wentA noble fool, faithful to his stripes –and … Continue reading →

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Ivor Gurney, "Strange Hells"

Posted on January 3, 2010 by Victoria Janssen

Strange Hells There are strange Hells within the minds War made Not so often, not so humiliating afraid As one would have expected – the racket and fear guns made. One Hell the Gloucester soldiers they quite put out; Their … Continue reading →

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Ivor Gurney, "Pain"

Posted on October 17, 2009 by Victoria Janssen

Pain Pain, pain continual; pain unending;Hard even to the roughest, but to thoseHungry for beauty…Not the wisest knows,Nor most pitiful-hearted, what the wendingOf one hour’s way meant. Grey monotony lendingWeight to the grey skies, grey mud where goesAn army of … Continue reading →

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