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by Ivor Gurney

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Elena Berry 3°B

Strange Hells

A first world war poem

Birth in Gloucester

United Kingdom

28th August 1890

time of Studies

1915

1922

Royal College of Music. He suffered from a bipolar disorder & mental breakdowns

Enlisted as a soldier for the WW1

Wrote poems & musics. Hospitilized due to injuries, gas at fight, and Shell shock .

Ivor gurney'S LIFe

During WW1

Sent in an asylum (last 15 yrs of his life)

Continued writing plays songs and poems

Emotionally unstable

After war

26th December 1937

Died of Tuberculosis at 47 yrs old at hospital


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There are strange Hells within the minds War made

Not so often, not so humiliating afraid
As one would have expected - the racket and fear guns made.

One Hell the Gloucester soldiers they quite put out;
Their first bombardment, when in combined black shout
Of fury, guns aligned, they ducked low their heads
And sang with diaphragms fixed beyond all dreads,
That tin and stretched-wire tinkle, that blither of tune;
"Apres la guerre fini" till Hell all had come down,
Twelve-inch, six-inch, and eighteen pounders hammering Hell's thunders.

Where are they now on State-doles, or showing shop patterns
Or walking town to town sore in borrowed tatterns
Or begged. Some civic routine one never learns.
The heart burns - but has to keep out of face how heart burns.

Ivor Gurney

Strange Hells

The Poem's subjects

There are strange Hells within the minds War made

Not so often, not so humiliating afraid
As one would have expected - the racket and fear guns made.

One Hell the Gloucester soldiers they quite put out;
Their first bombardment, when in combined black shout
Of fury, guns aligned, they ducked low their heads
And sang with diaphragms fixed beyond all dreads,
That tin and stretched-wire tinkle, that blither of tune;
"Apres la guerre fini" till Hell all had come down,
Twelve-inch, six-inch, and eighteen pounders
hammering Hell's thunders.

Where are they now on State-doles, or showing shop patterns
Or walking town to town sore in borrowed tatterns
Or begged. Some civic routine one never learns.
The heart burns - but has to keep out of face how heart burns.

Strange Hells

  • Conditions in and after the WW1 & its absurdity
  • The power war has on minds
  • The powerlessness of the common soldiers

  • It is in 1917 => During WW1
  • It is the life in a trench battle between his own regiment and the Germans
  • The life anciant soldiers were "leading"

There are strange Hells within the minds War made

Not so often, not so humiliating afraid
As one would have expected - the racket and fear guns made.

One Hell the Gloucester soldiers they quite put out;
Their first bombardment, when in combined black shout
Of fury, guns aligned, they ducked low their heads
And sang with diaphragms fixed beyond all dreads,
That tin and stretched-wire tinkle, that blither of tune;
"Apres la guerre fini" till Hell all had come down,
Twelve-inch, six-inch, and eighteen pounders
hammering Hell's thunders.

Where are they now on State-doles, or showing shop patterns
Or walking town to town sore in borrowed tatterns
Or begged. Some civic routine one never learns.
The heart burns - but has to keep out of face how heart burns.

Strange Hells

The Poem's sructur

  • unconventionnal poem
  • sonnet
  • AAA BBCCDEF GGGG
  • made, afraid, made

  • coupled rhyme
  • out shout
  • heads dreads

  • orphan rhymes
  • tune, down thunders
  • internal rhyme
  • pounders thunders
  • coupled rhyme
  • patterns tatterns learns burns


There are strange Hells within the minds War made

Not so often, not so humiliating afraid
As one would have expected - the racket and fear guns made.

One Hell the Gloucester soldiers they quite put out;
Their first bombardment, when in combined black shout
Of fury, guns aligned, they ducked low their heads
And sang with diaphragms fixed beyond all dreads,
That tin and stretched-wire tinkle, that blither of tune;
"Apres la guerre fini" till Hell all had come down,
Twelve-inch, six-inch, and eighteen pounders hammering Hell's thunders.

Where are they now on State-doles, or showing shop patterns
Or walking town to town sore in borrowed tatterns
Or begged. Some civic routine one never learns.
The heart burns - but has to keep out of face how heart burns.

Strange Hells

He warns us against war in the future with powerful and strong words.

Message

The END!

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