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9   IVOR GURNEY

 

 

IVOR GURNEY

 

I've only recently come across Ivor Gurney through Dr Kate Kennedy, who quite by chance rented our Charretterie with her family. She is currently bringing out a new biography of this fascinating poet and musician.

 

At school, we never encountered him: Owen, Sassoon, Rosenberg, and many others, yes, but we were just too early for Jon Silkin's "Out of Battle - The Poetry of the Great War" (1972).

 

Here to start the ball rolling is a brilliant and quite recent BBC documentary on him. It lasts just under an hour (and features Dr Kennedy).

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YB0JC-OaZRU

 

And here is one of his best known poems, to compare with Wilfred Owen's "Futility"

 

To His Love    by Ivor Gurney

 

He's gone, and all our plans
Are useless indeed.
We'll walk no more on Cotswolds
Where the sheep feed
Quietly and take no heed.

His body that was so quick
Is not as you
Knew it, on Severn River
Under the blue
Driving our small boat through.

You would not know him now…
But still he died
Nobly, so cover him over
With violets of pride
Purple from Severn side.

Cover him, cover him soon!
And with thick-set
Masses of memoried flowers-
Hide that red wet
Thing I must somehow forget. 

 

 

Futility

by Wilfred Owen

 

Move him into the sun—
Gently its touch awoke him once,
At home, whispering of fields unsown.
Always it awoke him, even in France,
Until this morning and this snow.
If anything might rouse him now
The kind old sun will know.


Think how it wakes the seeds—
Woke, once, the clays of a cold star.
Are limbs so dear-achieved, are sides
Full-nerved,—still warm,—too hard to stir?
Was it for this the clay grew tall?
—O what made fatuous sunbeams toil
To break earth's sleep at all?

 

 

Both poems are responses to deaths of soldiers in the trenches of the 1914-18 war. Ivor Gurney's poem is less well known than "Futility", which has often been anthologised.

 

Before starting, you might need to tell pupils that  "Cotswolds" refers  to a particularly beautiful part of English countryside in Gloucestershire to the north and west of Oxford. This is where Gurney grew up and the Gloucestershire countryside remained very much a focus in a lot of his poems and music. He wrote many songs, in spite of suffering from depression, and later, madness, which led to his being locked up from 1922 until his death in 1937.  The Severn is a large river running through Gloucester. "Quick" means rapid, but here has more of the old Biblical sense of "alive" ("the quick and the dead").

 

There is an urgency about both poems. Readers in both are given orders to respond to these deaths, by covering the body with "violets of pride Purple from Severn side" and in the second poem by moving "him into the sun". Worth noting at this stage, perhaps, is that in the first poem, this is an imaginative act, since the body is literally "gone", whereas in the second, we are faced with a real body.

 

Both poems use irony. Gurney's poem asks the reader to cover the body (imaginatively, with "memoried" flowers), in an attempt to hide it so he can try to forget "that red, wet Thing…" The irony, of course, is that the poem in itself is an important act of memory. While trying to find some comfort in the traditional elements of nature, in the end, nature has the effect of reminding the poet too much. He would almost prefer to forget. Nevertheless, there is comfort, too, that his friend died "Nobly" and this word's position (just like "Purple") gives it further strength. In the second poem, there is bitter irony, first, in hoping that the sun might warm the cold body and generate life again. Secondly, there is an even greater irony, in wondering, at the end, whether there is any point to life at all. The word "fatuous" is particularly strong , meaning "stupid" or "idiotic".

 

Both poems use sounds in interesting ways. Get pupils to read them out loud and see if they can spot the assonance and alliterations, as well as the rhymes, that make the first work so melodic. By contrast, Owen's poem uses near-rhymes as well as full rhymes,  creating a slightly dislocating effect. The unevenness of the length of the lines in the first poem also creates a rather jagged effect,.

 

Both poems use striking images: in the first one, of flowers (violets are hard to spot and stay quite hidden, and here their colour of "purple", a traditional sign of nobility, seems a little paradoxical and rather ambiguous). The "red, wet Thing.." referring to the soldier's wound, creates a feeling of horror, by its very lack of precision, as if the poet cannot bring himself to think about what has happened to him. The "sun", as an image in the  second poem, is developed fully as an idea, with its link to the soldier's previous life as a farmer creating further irony. Questions raise the tension, until the final outburst at the end comes like a cry of despair.

 

The title "To His Love" in the first poem, reveals a more personal approach perhaps, and it actually refers to a shared life: "our small boat". Willy Harvey, Gurney's best friend, turned out not to have been killed, but taken prisoner, though at the time, Gurney did not know this. We note the "I" in the last line.  "Futility", in contrast, is more impersonal, though the emotion is perhaps just as intense. The soldier is left unspecified and the second stanza develops a more general critique of war, which is so wasteful of life.

 

While the first poem's tone is more reminiscent of past happiness in England, the second poem ends with a powerful denunciation - almost a cry of pain and incomprehension. There is nothing "noble" here. The words "kind old sun" hover between a sense of somthing positive  - after all, this soldier was a farmer who depended on the sun to bring "seeds" to life - and deep  sarcasm or cynicism. 

 

Sometimes Thomas Hardy's "Drummer Hodge" is set for comparison with "Futility". It is about the death of a drummer boy in the Boer War, roughly 15 years earlier. Hardy wrote the pôem six weeks after the start of the Second Boer War in 1899, after seeing a report about the death of a drummer from Dorset, which is where Hardy grew up.

 

Here is the poem for reference (and comparison, if you wish).

 

DRUMMER HODGE

I

They throw in Drummer Hodge, to rest

Uncoffined - just as found:

His landmark is a kopje-crest

That breaks the veldt around;

And foreign constellations west

Each night above his mound.

II

Young Hodge the Drummer never knew -

Fresh from his Wessex home -

The meaning of the broad Karoo,

The Bush, the dusty loam,

And why uprose to nightly view

Strange stars amid the gloam.

III

Yet portion of that unknown plain

Will Hodge forever be;

His homely Northern breast and brain

Grow to some Southern tree,

And strange-eyed constellations reign

His stars eternally.

 

 

Some glossing is necessary for 'kopje' and 'veldt' (hill and plain in Boer Dutch). This poem is set in South Africa during a vicious colonial war, which pitted the British Army against the Dutch settlers of the adjoining Transvaal state. They had refused to assept British expansion, as Britain was drawn into a struggle to take over the Transvaal and the Orange Free State, which had been colonised earlier by the Dutch Boers. As you might imagine, gold and the rich mines of South Africa, lay close to the surface of this war, which invented (a British invention!!) the "concentration camp", where Boer soldiers and suspects were held.   

 

Questions for pupils could concentrate on the difference in attitudes between this poem compared to the two poems we started with. Who are "they"? How does the landscape play a part? How does the poet view Drummer Hodge? Is there anything ambiguous about the points the poem is making?

 

What about the form of this poem and the way in which it has been written?

What are the points, if any, of comparison and contrast?

 

 

 

 

 

Here, to finish, is a brilliant poem, again by Ivor Gurney, fixing very tellingly, a highly dramatic moment, where the poet sees someone ("one of two") on the barbed wire, silent, "a noble fool": dead, in other words. It is referred to in the film and I loved seeing the pencilled manuscripts being pored over there.

 

In the poem, we can see the poet's own reaction to being politely ordered to crawl through the wire and face the flying bullets on the other side. His reaction  is unexpected and surprising, given that in war, orders had to be obeyed, on pain of death, sometimes; it is deeply revealing of the poet's state of mind. Incredibly, perhaps, he is "unshaken", in spite of the situation. Compared to the "noble fool" who is now silent on the wire, he feels he is less heroic. Yet, reading the poem, we can hardly feel that he is right. The real heroism comes, I think, in the understated comments. "Serving in the line", means fighting in the front line. He doesn't seem to mind that. What he does mind is the absolutely certain death awaiting him, if he were to crawl through this hole in the wire - an utterly insane thing for anybody to do at this point. Disobeying orders, even politely, shows another kind of heroism. The last two lines show his obstinacy and, indeed, his real (though unstated) heroism: he finally "faced the screen". The ambiguous word "screen" in a sense hides the horror that the phrase contains. A "screen" can refer to artillery fire or bombardment, a sort of "curtain" of fire, but a screen also serves to hide things, so it has a sort of metaphorical resonance here.

 

In the end, I think, what I find most moving in this poem is its plainness. Everything is understated and the horror of the situation comes about by its being wrapped in politeness and reticence. The "deep heart's deep oaths" that he "swore", near the end, allow us finally to see an appropriate response, which has been "screen(ed)" so far. Yet the language stays calm, almost too calm, and unshowy, right to the end.

 

‘The Silent One’

 

Who died on the wires, and hung there, one of two–

Who for his hours of life had chattered through

Infinite lovely chatter of Bucks accent:

Yet faced unbroken wires; stepped over, and went,

A noble fool, faithful to his stripes– and ended.

But I weak, hungry, and willing only for the chance

Of line– to fight in the line, lay down under unbroken

Wires, and saw the flashes and kept unshaken,

Till the politest voice– a finicking accent, said:

‘Do you think you might crawl through there: there’s a hole.’

Darkness shot at: I smiled, as politely replied–

‘I’m afraid not, Sir.’ There was no hole no way to be seen,

Nothing but chance of death, after tearing of clothes.

Kept flat, and watched the darkness, hearing bullets whizzing–

And thought of music– and swore deep heart’s deep oaths

(Polite to God) and retreated and came on again,

Again retreated– and a second time faced the screen.

 

 

For more information about Ivor Gurney, there are good links here and on the Gurney Society web page.

 

http://www.oucs.ox.ac.uk/ww1lit/education/online/ivor-gurney.html 

 

www.ivorgurney.org.uk/ 

 

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