O does some blind fool now stand on my hill To see how Ashleworth nestles by the river? Where eyes and heart and soul may drink their fill…
Ivor Bertie Gurney came into this world in Gloucester, England, August 28th 1890 to a father, David who worked as a tailor and mother Florence, a seamstress. From quite young he suffered from bi-polar disorder, a condition quite possibly inherited from his mother who was said to be unstable and highly-strung. Mental illness would come to affect Gurney severely in the last years of his life. Gurney took a post as a choirboy at Gloucester Cathedral from the age of ten to sixteen and studied under Dr Herbert Brewer. His talent for writing had already been encouraged by the family vicar, the Reverend Alfred Cheesman who allowed the young boy to use his library. His fellow pupils here were Ivor Novello and Herbert Howells. Both these men would later make their own mark on the world of music. After winning a scholarship to the outstanding Royal College of Music his potential for greatness was noted when he began composing music at fourteen. His time here would leave a lasting impression and the beauty of the surrounding countryside and the River Severn would influence his work. His friendship with F W (Willy) Harvey, whom he met at Gloucester Cathedral and who would be a lifelong friend and who was also interested in poetry, opened up his mind to the great Elizabethan writers like Shakespeare and Ben Jonson. At the start of the war, in 1914 Gurney enlisted with the Gloucester Regiment. In 1916 they were sent to the trenches on the Somme, site of the bloodiest fighting in WW1. His experiences here inspired some of his greatest poetry and spoke of the horror of war and his pining for the countryside of his homeland. Here are the opening lines of his poem On Severn: In between the horrors and privations of the war, including the capture by the enemy of his friend, Willy Harvey, Gurney still managed to set some of his poems to music. His poems were sent home to Marion Scott at the Royal College of Music who typed them up for him. She sent these for publication and the collection, Severn and Somme, appeared in print around October 1917. By this time Gurney had already been wounded and then gassed, though this affected him only mildly. He later wrote, He was evacuated to hospital back in Britain and was treated at Edinburgh Hospital where he found love with nurse Annie Drummond. When he left the hospital he was sent to Seaton Delaval in the north of England, on a signalling course, but the conditions here worsened his depressive illness. When he then had a nervous breakdown Annie Drummond ceased contact with him, causing him to contemplate suicide. Gurney descended into complete mental collapse but was aided by his friends in a brief recuperation. He was able to return to his studies and his second book of verse was published in 1919. Into the 1920s he worked excessively, writing and working on a farm but his condition was deteriorating and he’d begun hearing voices in his head. Even though he was beginning to achieve recognition for his work he was becoming more manic, his lifestyle more erratic. He was declared insane and admitted to a mental hospital in Gloucester. After an unsuccessful escape attempt he was sent to the City of London Mental Hospital but throughout all this he continued to write great poetry. He died of tuberculosis on December 26th 1937, at the age of 47.
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Those dreadful evidences of Man's ill-doing The kindly Mother of all shall soon hide deep, Covering with tender fingers her children asleep, Till Time's slow cycle turns them to re…
We who praise poets with our labouring pen And justify ourselves with laud of men Have not the right to call our own our own, Being but the ground-sprouts from those great trees gr…
The wind frightens my dog, but I bathe in it, Sound, rush, scent of the Spring fields. My dog's hairs are blown like feathers askew,…
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 comforta…
Watching the dark my spirit rose in flood On that most dearest Prelude of my delight. The low-lying mist lifted its hood, The October stars showed nobly in clear night.…
As I went up by Ovillers In mud and water cold to the knee, There went three jeering, fleeing spectres, That walked abreast and talked of me.…
I cannot live with Beauty out of mind. I search for her and desire her all the day; Beauty, the choicest treasure you may find, Most joyous and sweetest word his lips can say.…
Few have praised the master of masters, who but I Have right, that followed example, and did not lie Idly between clean sheets when was work to do. And saw Paul's tower by Embankme…
O, but the racked clear tired strained frames we had! Tumbling in the new billet on to straw bed, Dead asleep in eye shutting. Waking as sudden To a golden and azure roof, a golden…
It seemed that it were well to kiss first earth On landing, having traversed the narrow seas, And grasp so little, tenderly, of this field of birth. Prance having trodden and lain…
The youth burning couch grass is as tired As muscle has right to bear and keeps work on The brown earth slopes from the potato field to the wired Sheep enclosure; and hidden high a…
If England, her spirit lives anywhere It is by Severn, by hawthorns and grand willows. Earth heaves up twice a hundred feet in air And ruddy clay falls scooped out to the weedy sha…
We marched, and saw a company of Canadians Their coats weighed eighty pounds at least, we saw them Faces infinitely grimed in, with almost dead hands Bent, slouching downwards to b…
The dearness of common things - Beech wood, tea, plate-shelves, And the whole family of crockery - Wood-axes, blades, helves.…
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