Ivor Gurney (1890-1937)
After languishing for some years in the backwater of history, Ivor Gurney has emerged as a figure of great importance. Though suffering from bipolar disorder and incarcerated in a mental hospital for years, he wrote beautiful poetry and songs, fulfilling his early belief and that of others that he would one day be famous.
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Strange Service
Little did I dream, England, that you bore me
Under the Cotswold Rills beside the water meadows
To do you dreadful service, here, beyond your borders
And your enfolding seas.
I was a dreamer ever, and bound to your dear service
Meditating deep, I thought on your secret beauty,
As through a child's face one may see the clear spirit
Miraculously shining.
Your hills not only hills, but friends of mine and kindly
Your tiny knolls and orchards hidden beside the river
Muddy and strongly flowing, with shy and tiny streamlets safe in its bosom.
Now these are memories only, and your skies and rushy sky-pools
Fragile mirrors easily broken by moving airs;
But deep in my heart for ever goes on your daily being
And uses consecrate.
Think on me too, O Mother, who wrest my soul to serve you
In strange and fearful ways beyond your encircling waters;
None but you can know my heart, its tears and sacrifice,
None, but you, repay.
Recommended Reading
Stars in a Dark Night: The Letters of Ivor Gurney to the Chapman Family by Anthony Boden
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