“First March” is British poet, composer, and soldier Ivor Gurney's tale of wartime sorrow and hope. The poem, which was written around 1920, reflects Gurney’s personal experiences as a soldier in the Gloucestershire regiment during World War I. Life as a soldier, the poem argues, is plagued not just by the threat of violence, but by the painful and grueling monotony of day-to-day military life. But at the end of the poem, a sudden encounter with spring snowdrops suggests that natural beauty might be able to assuage even wartime suffering.
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1It was first marching, hardly we had settled yet
2To think of England, or escaped body pain—
3Flat country going leaves but small chance for
4The mind to escape to any resort but its vain
5Own circling greyness and stain.
6First halt, second halt, and then to spoiled country again.
7There were unknown kilometres to march, one must settle
8To play chess or talk home-talk or think as might happen.
9After three weeks of February frost few were in fettle,
10Barely frostbite the most of us had escapen.
11To move, then to go onward, at least to be moved.
12Myself had revived and then dulled down, it was I
13Who stared for body-ease at the grey sky
14And watched in grind of pain the monotony
15Of grit, road metal, slide underneath by.
16To get there being the one way not to die.
17Suddenly a road's turn brought the sweet unexpected
18Balm. Snowdrops bloomed in a ruined garden neglected;
19Roman the road as of Birdlip we were on the verge,
20And this west country thing so from chaos to emerge.
21One gracious touch the whole wilderness corrected.
1It was first marching, hardly we had settled yet
2To think of England, or escaped body pain—
3Flat country going leaves but small chance for
4The mind to escape to any resort but its vain
5Own circling greyness and stain.
6First halt, second halt, and then to spoiled country again.
7There were unknown kilometres to march, one must settle
8To play chess or talk home-talk or think as might happen.
9After three weeks of February frost few were in fettle,
10Barely frostbite the most of us had escapen.
11To move, then to go onward, at least to be moved.
12Myself had revived and then dulled down, it was I
13Who stared for body-ease at the grey sky
14And watched in grind of pain the monotony
15Of grit, road metal, slide underneath by.
16To get there being the one way not to die.
17Suddenly a road's turn brought the sweet unexpected
18Balm. Snowdrops bloomed in a ruined garden neglected;
19Roman the road as of Birdlip we were on the verge,
20And this west country thing so from chaos to emerge.
21One gracious touch the whole wilderness corrected.
It was first marching, hardly we had settled yet
To think of England, or escaped body pain—
Flat country going leaves but small chance for
The mind to escape to any resort but its vain
Own circling greyness and stain.
First halt, second halt, and then to spoiled country again.
There were unknown kilometres to march, one must settle
To play chess or talk home-talk or think as might happen.
After three weeks of February frost few were in fettle,
Barely frostbite the most of us had escapen.
To move, then to go onward, at least to be moved.
Myself had revived and then dulled down, it was I
Who stared for body-ease at the grey sky
And watched in grind of pain the monotony
Of grit, road metal, slide underneath by.
To get there being the one way not to die.
Suddenly a road's turn brought the sweet unexpected
Balm. Snowdrops bloomed in a ruined garden neglected;
Roman the road as of Birdlip we were on the verge,
And this west country thing so from chaos to emerge.
One gracious touch the whole wilderness corrected.
Select any word below to get its definition in the context of the poem. The words are listed in the order in which they appear in the poem.
More on Ivor Gurney — Watch a short BBC short documentary on Gurney's life and work.
The War Poets — Read about the World War I poets and their world.
A Later Draft — Take a look at Gurney's later revision of the poem. Notice the two added parenthetical lines and the couplet at the end, which close the poem on a much grimmer note.
A Reading of the Poem — Listen to the poem read aloud.
Biography of Ivor Gurney — Visit the Ivor Gurney Society to learn more about the poet’s life and work.