Lesbia Harford

(1891 - 1927 / Australia)

Lesbia Harford Poems

161. Body And Soul 4/15/2010
162. The Two Swans 4/15/2010
163. A Blouse Machinist 4/15/2010
164. A Bronte Legend 4/15/2010
165. The Wife 4/15/2010
166. Cherry Plum Blossom In An Old Tin Jug 4/15/2010
167. A Parlourmaid 4/15/2010
168. A Strike Rhyme 4/15/2010
169. Beauty And Terror 4/15/2010
170. A Deity 4/15/2010
171. A Prayer To Saint Rosa 4/15/2010
172. After Rain 4/15/2010
173. Three Teachers 4/15/2010
174. A Bunch Of Lilac And A Storm Of Hail 4/15/2010
175. Child Sun 4/15/2010
176. A Meaning Learnt 4/15/2010
177. A Lady And I Were Walking 4/15/2010

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Best Poem of Lesbia Harford

A Meaning Learnt

I'm not his wife. I am his paramour:
His wayside love, picked up in journeying:
Rose of the hedgerows; fragrant, till he fling
Me down beside the ditch, a drooped thing
Some country boy may stick into his hat.
A paramour has no more use than that.

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Child Sun

Child Sun
Why will you play Peep Bo
Now in, now out
The workroom window so?
True 'tis
That there are children here;
But they've no time
To play Peep Bo, my dear.

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