Charlotte Mary Mew
Charlotte Mary Mew Poems
- My Heart Is Lame My heart is lame with running after yours so...
- I So Liked Spring I so liked Spring last year Because you ...
- On The Road To The Sea We passed each other, turned and ...
- A Quoi Bon Dire Seventeen years ago you said Something that ...
- The Farmer's Bride Three summers since I chose a maid, Too ...
- The Trees Are Down and he cried with a loud voice: Hurt ...
- A Farewell Remember me and smile, as smiling too, I have ...
Charlotte Mary Mew was an English poet, whose work spans the cusp between Victorian poetry and Modernism.
She was born in Bloomsbury, London the daughter of the architect Frederick Mew, who designed Hampstead town hall. Her father died in 1898 without making adequate provision for his family; two of her siblings suffered from mental illness, and were committed to institutions, and three others died in early childhood leaving Charlotte, her mother and her sister, Anne. Charlotte and Anne made a pact never to marry for fear of passing on insanity to their children. (One author calls Charlotte "chastely lesbian".)
In 1894, Mew succeeded in getting a short story ... more »
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My Heart Is Lame
My heart is lame with running after yours so fast
Such a long way,
Shall we walk slowly home, looking at all the things we passed
Home down the quiet evening roads under the quiet skies,
Not saying much,
You for a moment giving me your eyes
When you could bear my touch.
But not to-morrow. This has taken all my breath;
Then, though you look the same,
There may be something lovelier in Love's face in death
As your heart sees it, running back the way we came;
My heart is lame.