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"Because all night you have not turned to us or spoken
It is time for you to wake;"
Charlotte Mew (1870-1928), British poet. Beside the Bed (l. 12-13). . .
Oxford Book of Short Poems, The. P. J. Kavanagh and James Michie, eds. Oxford University Press. |
"This is only a most piteous pretense of sleep!"
Charlotte Mew (1870-1928), British poet. Beside the Bed (l. 17). . .
Oxford Book of Short Poems, The. P. J. Kavanagh and James Michie, eds. Oxford University Press. |
"And if I may not walk in th' old ways and look on
th' old faces
I wud sooner sleep."
Charlotte Mew (1870-1928), British poet. Old Shepherd's Prayer (l. 17-19). . .
Oxford Book of Twentieth-Century English Verse, The. Philip Larkin, ed. (1973) Oxford University Press. |
"An' him no more to me nor me to him
Than the wind goin' over my hand."
Charlotte Mew (1870-1928), British poet. Sea Love (l. 7-8). . .
Oxford Book of Twentieth-Century English Verse, The. Philip Larkin, ed. (1973) Oxford University Press. |
"She does the work about the house
As well as most, but like a mouse:
Happy enough to chat and play
With birds and rabbits and such as they,
So long as men-folk keep away."
Charlotte Mew (1870-1928), British poet. The Farmer's Bride (l. 20-24). . .
Oxford Book of Twentieth-Century English Verse, The. Philip Larkin, ed. (1973) Oxford University Press. |
"Oh! my God! the down,
The soft young down of her, the brown,
The brown of her—her eyes, her hair, her hair . . ."
Charlotte Mew (1870-1928), British poet. The Farmer's Bride (l. 44-46). . .
Oxford Book of Twentieth-Century English Verse, The. Philip Larkin, ed. (1973) Oxford University Press. |
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