Poem by Ivor Gurney (1890-1937)




After-Glow

 

                              (To F. W. Harvey)

 

Out of the smoke and dust of the little room

With tea-talk loud and laughter of happy boys,

I passed into the dusk. Suddenly the noise

Ceased with a shock, left me alone in the gloom,

To wonder at the miracle hanging high

Tangled in twigs, the silver crescent clear.

Time passed from mind. Time died; and then we were

Once more at home together, you and I. 

 

The elms with arms of love wrapped us in shade

Who watched the ecstatic west with one desire,

One soul uprapt; and still another fire

Consumed us, and our joy yet greater made:

That Bach should sing for us, mix us in one

The joy of firelight and the sunken sun.  

 

 

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Ivor Gurney, one of the lesser known WW1, poets. Regarded as The Poet Of The Ranks. Though, Ivor (Gurney) were as well educate as his poet pears. Ivor, had problems of his mind. He hoped The War, would help him. In some ways it did. BUT due to his experanecs, affter the war, Ivor, sufferde PTS, ended up in an asilem, for the rest of his shortand life. He served in the with the ranks, his war poems express that.
Ken D
2022-01-31