Ivor Gurney Poems
- The Target I shot him, and it had to be One of us 'Twas him...
- My Heart Makes Songs On Lonely... My heart makes songs on ...
- To His Love He's gone, and all our plans Are useless ...
- The Songs I Had The songs I had are withered Or vanished ...
- To The Poet Before Battle Now, youth, the hour of thy dread ...
- The Silent One Who died on the wires, and hung there, one of ...
- Strange Hells There are strange Hells within the minds War ...
Ivor Bertie Gurney (28 August 1890 - 26 December 1937) was an English composer and war poet.
Born at 3 Queen Street, Gloucester in 1890, Gurney sang as a chorister at Gloucester Cathedral, from 1900 to 1906, when he became an articled pupil of Dr Herbert Brewer at the cathedral. During this time he met composer Herbert Howells, also a pupil of Brewer, and, in 1908, he met the future ... more »
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I shot him, and it had to be
One of us 'Twas him or me.
'Couln't be helped' and none can blame
Me, for you would do the same
My mother, she cant sleep for fear
Of what might be a-happening here
To me. Perhaps it might be best
To die, and set her fears at rest
For worst is worst, and worry's done.
Perhaps he was the only son. . .
Yet God keeps still, and does not say
A word of guidance anyway.
Well, if they get me, first I'll find
That boy, and tell him all my mind,
And see who felt the bullet worst,
And ask his pardon,if I...