Charlotte Mary Mew

(15 November 1869 – 24 March 1928 / London)

Charlotte Mary Mew Poems

1. I So Liked Spring 1/3/2003
2. My Heart Is Lame 1/3/2003
3. On The Road To The Sea 1/3/2003
4. A Farewell 1/3/2003
5. The Changeling 1/3/2003
6. The Trees Are Down 1/3/2003
7. The Farmer's Bride 1/3/2003
8. A Quoi Bon Dire 1/3/2003
9. Absence 1/3/2003
10. In The Fields 1/3/2003
11. From A Window 1/3/2003
12. The Cenotaph 1/3/2003
13. I Have Been Through The Gates 1/3/2003
14. Sea Love 1/3/2003
15. The Peddler 1/3/2003
16. Monsieur Qui Passe 1/3/2003
17. In Nunhead Cemetary 3/25/2012
18. June, 1915 11/25/2014
19. The Forest Road 3/25/2012
20. Fame 1/28/2014
21. The Voice 3/25/2012
22. Moorland Night 3/25/2012
23. Ken 3/25/2012
24. Pêcheresse 3/25/2012
25. Not For That City 3/25/2012
26. Madeline In Church 3/25/2012
27. Song 3/25/2012
28. The Sunlit House 3/25/2012
29. Fin De Fête 3/25/2012
30. The Road To Kerity 3/25/2012
Best Poem of Charlotte Mary Mew

I So Liked Spring

I so liked Spring last year
Because you were here;-
The thrushes too-
Because it was these you so liked to hear-
I so liked you.

This year's a different thing,-
I'll not think of you.
But I'll like the Spring because it is simply spring
As the thrushes do.

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A Quoi Bon Dire

Seventeen years ago you said
Something that sounded like Good-bye;
And everybody thinks that you are dead,
But I.

So I, as I grow stiff and cold
To this and that say Good-bye too;
And everybody sees that I am old
But you.

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