Charlotte Mary Mew
Charlotte Mary Mew Poems
|2.||A Quoi Bon Dire||1/3/2003|
|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|
|13.||Madeline In Church||3/25/2012|
|14.||Monsieur Qui Passe||1/3/2003|
|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|
|25.||The Farmer's Bride||1/3/2003|
|26.||The Forest Road||3/25/2012|
|28.||The Road To Kerity||3/25/2012|
|29.||The Sunlit House||3/25/2012|
|30.||The Trees Are Down||1/3/2003|
Comments about 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.
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.