Frances Darwin Cornford (30 March 1886 - 19 August 1960 / Cambridge, England)
Poems of Frances Darwin Cornford
|3.||Autumn Morning at Cambridge||5/10/2011|
|6.||On Rupert Brooke||1/1/2004|
|8.||Rhyme For A Phonetician||4/15/2010|
|9.||The Coast: Norfolk||5/10/2011|
|10.||The Guitarist Tunes Up||5/6/2005|
|11.||The New-born Baby's Song||5/10/2011|
|12.||The Old Witch in the Copse||5/10/2011|
|15.||To a Lady Seen From the Train||4/15/2010|
MY father's friend came once to tea.
He laughed and talked. He spoke to me.
But in another week they said
That friendly pink-faced man was dead.
' How sad . .' they said, 'the best of men . .'
So I said too, 'How sad '; but then
Deep in my heart I thought with pride,
'I know a person who has died.'