Frances Darwin Cornford

(30 March 1886 - 19 August 1960 / Cambridge, England)

Rhyme For A Phonetician - Poem by Frances Darwin Cornford

Brave English language, you are strong as trees,
Yet intricate and stately. Thus one sees
Through branches clear-embroidered stars. You please
Our sense as damask roses on the breeze,
And barns that smell of hay, and bread-and-cheese.
Rustic yet Roman, yours are dignities
Sonorous as the seas sound. On my knees
I would give thanks for all your words. Yet these
Our legacy and our delight he'd squeeze
And nip and dock and drill, to write with ease
Kornershul memoz faw the Pawchoogeese.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 15, 2010

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 10, 2011


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