Charlotte Mary Mew

(15 November 1869 – 24 March 1928 / London)

Charlotte Mary Mew Poems

1. The Call 7/6/2015
2. The Road To Kerity 3/25/2012
3. Fin De Fête 3/25/2012
4. Song 3/25/2012
5. The Sunlit House 3/25/2012
6. Madeline In Church 3/25/2012
7. Not For That City 3/25/2012
8. Pêcheresse 3/25/2012
9. Ken 3/25/2012
10. Moorland Night 3/25/2012
11. The Voice 3/25/2012
12. Fame 1/28/2014
13. The Forest Road 3/25/2012
14. June, 1915 11/25/2014
15. In Nunhead Cemetary 3/25/2012
16. Monsieur Qui Passe 1/3/2003
17. The Peddler 1/3/2003
18. Sea Love 1/3/2003
19. I Have Been Through The Gates 1/3/2003
20. The Cenotaph 1/3/2003
21. From A Window 1/3/2003
22. Absence 1/3/2003
23. In The Fields 1/3/2003
24. A Quoi Bon Dire 1/3/2003
25. The Farmer's Bride 1/3/2003
26. A Farewell 1/3/2003
27. The Trees Are Down 1/3/2003
28. The Changeling 1/3/2003
29. I So Liked Spring 1/3/2003
30. My Heart Is Lame 1/3/2003
31. On The Road To The Sea 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Charlotte Mary Mew

On The Road To The Sea

We passed each other, turned and stopped for half an hour, then went our way,
I who make other women smile did not make you--
But no man can move mountains in a day.
So this hard thing is yet to do.

But first I want your life:--before I die I want to see
The world that lies behind the strangeness of your eyes,
There is nothing gay or green there for my gathering, it may be,
Yet on brown fields there lies
A haunting purple bloom: is there not something in grey skies
And in grey sea?
I want what world there is behind your eyes,
I want your life and you will ...

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From A Window

Up here, with June, the sycamore throws
Across the window a whispering screen;
I shall miss the sycamore more I suppose,
Than anything else on this earth that is out in green.
But I mean to go through the door without fear,
Not caring much what happens here
When I’m away: --
How green the screen is across the panes
Or who goes laughing along the lanes

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