Lesbia Harford

(1891 - 1927 / Australia)

Lesbia Harford Poems

121. I Had A Lover Who Betrayed Me 4/15/2010
122. I Found An Orchid In The Valley Fair, 4/15/2010
123. I Dreamt Last Night Of Happy Home-Comings 4/15/2010
124. I Dreamt Last Night 4/15/2010
125. I Dare Not Leave The Splendid Town 4/15/2010
126. I Count The Days Until I See You 4/15/2010
127. I Can'T Feel The Sunshine 4/15/2010
128. I Came To Live In Sophia Street 4/15/2010
129. I Bought A Red Hat 4/15/2010
130. I Am No Mystic 4/15/2010
131. How Funny It Would Be If Dreamy I 4/15/2010
132. Hecate's Due 4/15/2010
133. Hecate's Due 4/15/2010
134. He Looks In My Heart And The Image There 4/15/2010
135. He Has Picked Grapes In The Sun. 4/15/2010
136. He Has A Fairy Wife 4/15/2010
137. He Had Served Eighty Masters. They'D Have Said 4/15/2010
138. Grotesque 4/15/2010
139. Green And Blue 4/15/2010
140. God Speaks 4/15/2010
141. Girl's Love 4/15/2010
142. Flowers And Light 4/15/2010
143. Florence Kneels Down To Say Her Prayers 4/15/2010
144. Fatherless 4/15/2010
145. Every Night I Hurry Home To See 4/15/2010
146. Emmie, Emmie Adams 4/15/2010
147. Each Morning I Pass On My Way To Work 4/15/2010
148. Do You Remember Still The Little Song 4/15/2010
149. Deliverance Through Art 4/15/2010
150. Dearest, Dearest 4/15/2010
151. Day's End 4/15/2010
152. Closing Time: Public Library 4/15/2010
153. Child Sun 4/15/2010
154. Cherry Plum Blossom In An Old Tin Jug 4/15/2010
155. Buddha In The Workroom 4/15/2010
156. Body And Soul 4/15/2010
157. Birthday 4/15/2010
158. Beauty And Terror 4/15/2010
159. Ay, Ay, Ay, The Lilies Of The Garden 4/15/2010
160. Appearances 4/15/2010
Best Poem of Lesbia Harford

A Meaning Learnt

I'm not his wife. I am his paramour:
His wayside love, picked up in journeying:
Rose of the hedgerows; fragrant, till he fling
Me down beside the ditch, a drooped thing
Some country boy may stick into his hat.
A paramour has no more use than that.

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Emmie, Emmie Adams

Emmie, Emmie Adams,
With her insolent air,
Tied a little bit of rag
In her yellow hair.
When Lena, wondering,
Asked why it was there,
Emmie said she didn't know
And she didn't care.
I think Emmie Adams,
Though you are so fair,
That must be the devil's horn
In your yellow hair.

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