Anne Barbara Ridler
Anne Barbara Ridler Poems
- The Spring Equinox Now is the pause between asleep and ...
- Nothing Is Lost Nothing is lost. We are too sad to know ...
- At Parting Since we through war awhile must part Sweetheart,...
- Before Sleep Now that you lie In London afar, And may sleep...
- The Cranes We thought they were gulls at first, while they ...
- Poem For A Christmas Broadcast Woman s Voice Perhaps you ...
- For A Child Expected Lovers whose lifted hands are candles in...
Anne Barbara Ridler OBE (née Bradby) was a British poet, and Faber and Faber editor, selecting the Faber A Little Book of Modern Verse with T. S. Eliot (1941). Her Collected Poems (Carcanet Press) were published in 1994. She turned to libretto work and verse plays; it was later in life that she earned official recognition, receiving an OBE in 2001.
Ridler was the daughter of HC Bradby, a housemaster at Rugby School, where she was born. Her mother, Violet Bradby, born Milford, wrote popular children's stories and was the sister of Humphrey S. Milford, Publisher to the University of Oxford. One of her great-grandfathers was Charles Richard Sumner, Bishop of ... more »
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The Spring Equinox
Now is the pause between asleep and awake:
Two seasons take
A colour and quality each from each as yet.
The new stage-set
Spandril, column and fan of spring is raised against the
Murrey and soft;
The sun swings on the equinoctial line.
Few flowers yet shine:
The hellebore hangs a clear green bell and opulent leaves
above dark mould;
The light is cold
In arum leaves, and a primrose flickers
Here and there; the first cool bird-song flickers in the thicket.
Clouds arc pale as the pollen from sallows;
March fallows are white...