Charlotte Mary Mew
Charlotte Mary Mew Poems
|2.||The Sunlit House||3/25/2012|
|4.||Fin De Fête||3/25/2012|
|5.||Madeline In Church||3/25/2012|
|6.||The Road To Kerity||3/25/2012|
|9.||Not For That City||3/25/2012|
|11.||The Forest Road||3/25/2012|
|14.||In Nunhead Cemetary||3/25/2012|
|16.||Monsieur Qui Passe||1/3/2003|
|19.||From A Window||1/3/2003|
|20.||I Have Been Through The Gates||1/3/2003|
|22.||In The Fields||1/3/2003|
|24.||The Trees Are Down||1/3/2003|
|25.||The Farmer's Bride||1/3/2003|
|28.||A Quoi Bon Dire||1/3/2003|
|29.||On The Road To The Sea||1/3/2003|
|30.||My Heart Is Lame||1/3/2003|
|31.||I So Liked Spring||1/3/2003|
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.
The Farmer's Bride
Three summers since I chose a maid,
Too young maybe-but more's to do
At harvest-time that a bide and woo.
When us was wed she turned afraid
Of love and me and all things human;
Like the shut of winter's day
Her smile went out, and `twadn't a woman-
More like a little frightened fay.
One night, in the Fall, she runned away.