letra de ivor gurney - sonnet september 1922 - richard mitchley
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fierce indignation is best understood by those
who have time or no fear, or a hope in its real good
one loses it with a filed soul or in sentimental mood
anger is gone with sunset, or flows as flows
the water in easy mill-runs; the earth that ploughs
forgets protestation in its turning, the rood
prepares, considers, fulfils; and the poppy’s blood
makes old the old changing of the headland’s brows
but the toad under the harrow toadiness
is known to forget, and even the b-ttеrfly
has doubts of wisdom when that clanking thing goes by
and’s not distressеd. a twisted thing keeps still –
that thing easier twisted than a grocer’s bill –
and no history of november keeps the guy
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