Lesbia Harford

(1891 - 1927 / Australia)

Lesbia Harford Poems

1. Each Morning I Pass On My Way To Work 4/15/2010
2. Emmie, Emmie Adams 4/15/2010
3. My Window Pane Is Broken 4/15/2010
4. Hecate's Due 4/15/2010
5. You, Whom The Grave Cannot Bind 4/15/2010
6. Inventory 4/15/2010
7. Hecate's Due 4/15/2010
8. Learning Geography 4/15/2010
9. My Mission In The World 4/15/2010
10. I Used To Be Afraid To Meet 4/15/2010
11. I Read A Statement In A Newspaper 4/15/2010
12. He Has Picked Grapes In The Sun. 4/15/2010
13. I Dreamt Last Night Of Happy Home-Comings 4/15/2010
14. I Have Three Loves Who Are All Most Dear 4/15/2010
15. Florence Kneels Down To Say Her Prayers 4/15/2010
16. I Used To Have Dozens Of Handkerchiefs 4/15/2010
17. Most People Have A Way Of Making Friends 4/15/2010
18. O Little Year, Cram Full Of Duty 4/15/2010
19. Martha 4/15/2010
20. Grotesque 4/15/2010
21. Today, In Class, 4/15/2010
22. We Climbed That Hill, 4/15/2010
23. What Were The Good Of Stars If None Looked On Them 4/15/2010
24. Today They Made A Bonfire 4/15/2010
25. Tall Trees Along The Road, 4/15/2010
26. They Say — Priests Say 4/15/2010
27. When My Lover Put The Sea Between Us 4/15/2010
28. God Speaks 4/15/2010
29. Machinist's Song 4/15/2010
30. The Contest 4/15/2010
31. O Man, O Woman, Grievest So? 4/15/2010
32. O Sweet And Fair! These Words Are Mine To Use 4/15/2010
33. My Heart Is A Pomegranate Full Of Sweet Fancies 4/15/2010
34. Green And Blue 4/15/2010
35. Every Night I Hurry Home To See 4/15/2010
36. I Have Two Wings 4/15/2010
37. I Have Golden Shoes 4/15/2010
38. I Had A Lover Who Betrayed Me 4/15/2010
39. How Funny It Would Be If Dreamy I 4/15/2010
40. When I Was Still A Child 4/15/2010

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Best Poem of Lesbia Harford

A Bunch Of Lilac And A Storm Of Hail

A bunch of lilac and a storm of hail
On the same afternoon! Indeed I know
Here in the South it always happens so,
That lilac is companioned by the gale.
I took some hailstones from the window sill
And swallowed them in a communion feast.
Their transitory joy is mine at least,
The lilac's loveliness escapes me still.
Mine are the storms of spring, but not the sweets.

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Summer Lightning

Just now, as warm day faded from our sight
Hosts of archangels, fleet
On lighting-winged feet
Passed by, all glimmering in the busy night

Sweet angels, bringing no blinding truth to birth
Give us no messages
From heavenly palaces;
Leave us our dark trees and our starlight earth.