Charlotte Mary Mew

(15 November 1869 – 24 March 1928 / London)

Charlotte Mary Mew Poems

1. A Farewell 1/3/2003
2. A Quoi Bon Dire 1/3/2003
3. Absence 1/3/2003
4. Fame 1/28/2014
5. Fin De Fête 3/25/2012
6. From A Window 1/3/2003
7. I Have Been Through The Gates 1/3/2003
8. I So Liked Spring 1/3/2003
9. In Nunhead Cemetary 3/25/2012
10. In The Fields 1/3/2003
11. June, 1915 11/25/2014
12. Ken 3/25/2012
13. Madeline In Church 3/25/2012
14. Monsieur Qui Passe 1/3/2003
15. Moorland Night 3/25/2012
16. My Heart Is Lame 1/3/2003
17. Not For That City 3/25/2012
18. On The Road To The Sea 1/3/2003
19. Pêcheresse 3/25/2012
20. Sea Love 1/3/2003
21. Song 3/25/2012
22. The Call 7/6/2015
23. The Cenotaph 1/3/2003
24. The Changeling 1/3/2003
25. The Farmer's Bride 1/3/2003
26. The Forest Road 3/25/2012
27. The Peddler 1/3/2003
28. The Road To Kerity 3/25/2012
29. The Sunlit House 3/25/2012
30. The Trees Are Down 1/3/2003
31. The Voice 3/25/2012

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  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (11/5/2015 10:09:00 AM)

    didn't know Charlotte Mary Mew and her beautiful poetry.. thanks PH

  • Mohit Chahal Mohit Chahal (12/16/2013 5:29:00 AM)

    You are really good. Well done. I really like your poems.

Best Poem of Charlotte Mary Mew

I So Liked Spring

I so liked Spring last year
Because you were here;-
The thrushes too-
Because it was these you so liked to hear-
I so liked you.

This year's a different thing,-
I'll not think of you.
But I'll like the Spring because it is simply spring
As the thrushes do.

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A Farewell

Remember me and smile, as smiling too,
I have remembered things that went their way--
The dolls with which I grew too wise to play--
Or over-wise--kissed, as children do,
And so dismissed them; yes, even as yoy
Have done with this poor piece of painted clay--
Not wantonly, but wisely, shall we say?
As one who, haply, tunes his heart anew.

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