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Ivor Gurney in 1920.<\/p><\/div>\n

In honor of Veterans Day, we are re-running this favorite post.<\/em><\/p>\n

In the last century, a few years of sodden slaughter in France and Flanders turned British poetry from Keatsian lyricism to raw, aghast reportage. Isaac Rosenberg\u2019s poems, for instance, moved from prewar patriotic exultation\u2014\u201cFlash, mailed seraphim, \/ Your burning spears\u201d\u2014to, three years later, this numb, bone-dry mutter from the trenches: \u201cDroll rat, they would shoot you if they knew \/ Your cosmopolitan sympathies.\u201d<\/p>\n

In Ivor Gurney\u2019s \u201cTo His Love\u201d you see the thing happening not in mid-career but in mid-poem\u2014between lines, in a line break, specifically the last one. It\u2019s the most astonishing line break I\u2019ve ever encountered. It\u2019s the sound of a culture\u2019s poetic history cracking in half.<\/p>\n

\u201cTo His Love\u201d begins as an almost doggedly traditional elegy, with the Byronic echo of \u201cWe\u2019ll walk no more on Cotswold.\u201d It meanders through rivers, beasts, flowers, and the old tropes\u2014nobility, \u201cpride,\u201d \u201cmemoried.\u201d We are lulled into thinking that the urgency of \u201cCover him, cover him soon!\u201d arises from intense soldierly love, rather than the desperate need to hide a shredded corpse, that \u201cred, wet \/ Thing.\u201d The euphemistic Latinate d\u00e9cor is stripped away; the haplessly tall T<\/em> does it\u2019s pitiful duty by the form, like a Tommy too shell-shocked to hide, a standing target.<\/p>\n

The fragile Gurney was gassed and traumatized by the war, and he lived out his days in asylums. I never forget this poem of never forgetting:<\/p>\n

\n

He\u2019s gone, and all our plans
Are useless indeed.
We\u2019ll walk no more on Cotswolds
Where the sheep feed
Quietly and take no heed.<\/p>\n

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

You would not know him now \u2026
But still he died
Nobly, so cover him over
With violets of pride
Purple from Severn side.<\/p>\n

Cover him, cover him soon!
And with thick-set
Masses of memoried flowers\u2014
Hide that red wet
Thing I must somehow forget.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Glyn Maxwell\u2019s most recent book, <\/em>One Thousand Nights and Counting: Selected Poems<\/a>, was published by Farrar, Straus & Giroux in September<\/em>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

In honor of Veterans Day, we are re-running this favorite post. In the last century, a few years of sodden slaughter in France and Flanders turned British poetry from Keatsian lyricism to raw, aghast reportage. Isaac Rosenberg\u2019s poems, for instance, moved from prewar patriotic exultation\u2014\u201cFlash, mailed seraphim, \/ Your burning spears\u201d\u2014to, three years later, this […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":259,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[4715],"tags":[4846,4851,4852,865,4848,4849,4847,165,4844,4850,4845],"class_list":["post-23240","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-the-poem-stuck-in-my-head","tag-britain","tag-byron","tag-elegy","tag-france","tag-isaac-rosenberg","tag-ivor-gurney","tag-keats","tag-poetry","tag-rememberance-week","tag-to-his-love","tag-veterans-day"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\nIvor Gurney\u2019s \u201cTo His Love\u201d by Glyn Maxwell<\/title>\n<meta name=\"description\" content=\"November 11, 2013 \u2013 In honor of Veterans Day, we are re-running this favorite post. 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