Ivor Gurney
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As promised, here is my poem about Ivor Gurney Beside the son of his dearest friend, Their names linked still in death, A Celtic cross and an inscription to Ivor Gurney: a lover and maker of beauty. In low land between Cotswold and Malvern, A place he might have chosen, He knows the silence after
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The wonderful concert I went to last week at The Hall, St Botolph without Bishopsgate, as part of the Song in the City series, reminded me of how significant Ivor Gurney is in the pantheon of 20th-century English composers. His songs are gems, in the tradition of earlier composers such as John Dowland – succinct,
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