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Ivor Gurney - A Poet A-Z
Ivor Gurney - A Poet A-Z
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Ivor Bertie Gurney was born in Gloucester on 28th August 1890. A chorister at Gloucester cathedral Ivor began to compose music at 14 before winning a scholarship to the Royal Academy Of Music in 1911. Noted for his enormous potential he was equally thought by many to be un-teachable. His studies were interrupted by World War I and his enlistment with the Gloucestershire Regiment. He was wounded in April 1917 and gassed a few months later. After his release from hospital he was posted to Seaton Delaval, a mining village in Northumberland. His first volume of poetry, Severn and Somme, being published in November 1917, followed by War's Embers in 1919. Unfortunately his life was blighted by bi-polar disorder which had developed from his mid teens and culminated in his first major breakdown whilst still in uniform in 1918. The trigger was a failed relationship with Annie Drummond. After the war he seemed to thrive for a while but the bi-polar return with increasing severity in 1922 to the point where we was declared insane. Although he continued to write poems and a few pieces of music he was to spend the next fifteen years of his life until his death in various mental hospitals. Ivor Gurney died on 26th December 1937.

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    Ivor Gurney - A Poet A-Z - Ivor Gurney

    Ivor Gurney – A Poet From A to Z

    Ivor Bertie Gurney was born in Gloucester on 28th August 1890.

    A chorister at Gloucester cathedral Ivor began to compose music at 14 before winning a scholarship to the Royal Academy Of Music in 1911.  Noted for his enormous potential he was equally thought by many to be un-teachable.  His studies were interrupted by World War I and his enlistment with the Gloucestershire Regiment. He was wounded in April 1917 and gassed a few months later. After his release from hospital he was posted to Seaton Delaval, a mining village in Northumberland. His first volume of poetry, Severn and Somme, being published in November 1917, followed by War's Embers in 1919. 

    Unfortunately his life was blighted by bi-polar disorder which had developed from his mid teens and culminated in his first major breakdown whilst still in uniform in 1918.  The trigger was a failed relationship with Annie Drummond.  After the war he seemed to thrive for a while but the bi-polar return with increasing severity in 1922 to the point where we was declared insane.  Although he continued to write poems and a few pieces of music he was to spend the next fifteen years of his life until his death in various mental hospitals.

    Ivor Gurney died on 26th December 1937.

    Index Of Poems

    A Wish

    Above Ashleworth

    Afterwards

    Apprentices

    April Gale

    Bach And The Sentry

    Ballad Of The Three Spectres

    Beauty

    Ben Johnson

    Billet

    Blighty

    Brown Earth Look

    By Severn

    Canadians

    Common Things

    Crucifix Corner

    Cut Flowers

    Daily

    Darkness Has Cheating Swiftness

    Defiance

    Drachms + Scruples

    Encounters

    Equal Mistress

    First Time In

    Generations (The Ploughed Field And The Fallow field)

    Generations (There Are Mummers Yet On Cotswold)

    Had I A Song

    Half Dead

    Hedger

    Hedges

    Kettle Song

    Kilns

    La Gorgues

    Larches

    Laventie

    Leckhampton Chimney Has Fallen Down

    London Dawn

    Longford Dawns

    Lovely Playthings

    Midnight

    Mist on Meadows

    Moments

    My Heart Makes Songs On Lonely Roads

    Near Vermand

    New Year's Eve

    Of Cruelty

    Of Grandcourt

    Old thought

    Old Times

    On Somme

    Pain

    Personages

    Photographs (To Two Scots Lads)

    Poem For The End

    Rainy Midnight

    Requiem

    Robecq Again

    Saturday's Comings

    Smudgy Dawn

    Snow

    Soft Rain Beats Upon My Windows

    Song

    Song And Pain

    Song Of Pain And Beauty: To M.M.S

    Sonnet. September 1922

    Stars Sliding

    Strange Hells

    Strange Service

    The Bohemians

    The Change

    The Cloud

    The Comparison

    The Escape

    The Garden

    The High Hills Have A bitterness

    The Hoe Scrapes Earth

    The Incense Bearers

    The Lock Keeper

    The Love Song

    The Miracles

    The Road

    The Silent One

    The Soaking

    The Songs I Had

    The Square Thing

    The Stone Breaker

    The Target

    The Touchstone – Watching Malvern

    The Valley

    There Is A Man

    Thoughts Of New England

    Time To Come

    To Certain Comrades (E.S. and J.H.)

    To England - A Note

    To God

    To His Love

    To The Poet Before Battle

    To The Prussians Of England

    Tobacco

    Toussaints (ToJ.W.H.)

    Turmut-Hoeing

    Up There

    Walking Song

    Water Colours

    Western Sky-Look

    What Evil Coil

    When From The Curve Of The Wood's Edge

    When I Am Covered

    When March blows

    When The Body Might Be Free

    Yesterday Lost

    A Wish

    I would hope for the children of West Ham

    Wooden-frame houses, square with some-sort stuff

    Crammed in to keep the wind away that's rough,

    And rain, in summer cool, in cold comfortable enough.

    Easily destroyed — and pretty enough, and yet tough

    Instead of brick and mortar tiled houses of no

    Special appearance or attractive show.

    Not crowded together, but with a plot of land

    Where one might play and dig, and use spade or the hand

    In managing or shaping earth in such forms,

    As please the sunny mind or keep out of harms

    The mind that's always good when let go its way

    (I think) so there's work enough in a happy day.

    Not brick and tile, but wood, thatch, walls of mixed

    Material, and buildings in plain strength fixed.

    Likeable, good to live in, easily pulled

    Down, and in winter with warm ruddy light filled —

    In summer with cool air; O better this sort of shelter —

    And villages on the land set helter-skelter

    On hillsides, dotted on plains; that the too exact

    Straight streets of modern times that strait and strict

    And formal keep man's spirit within bounds,

    Where too dull duties keep in monotonous rounds

    These villages to make for these towns of today —

    O Haste — and England shall

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