Muriel Stuart

(1889-1967 / England)

Muriel Stuart Poems

41. The Fools 1/1/2004
42. Change 1/1/2004
43. Forgotten Dead, I Salute You 12/31/2002
44. After 1/1/2004
45. A Song For Old Love 4/12/2010
46. Now 1/1/2004
47. At A Life's End 1/1/2004
48. Madala Goes By The Orphanage 4/12/2010
49. In The Orchard 12/31/2002
50. The Seed-Shop 12/31/2002

Comments about Muriel Stuart

  • Michael Shepherd (11/14/2004 2:22:00 PM)

    Muriel died in 1967.

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Best Poem of Muriel Stuart

The Seed-Shop

Here in a quiet and dusty room they lie,
Faded as crumbled stone or shifting sand,
Forlorn as ashes, shrivelled, scentless, dry -
Meadows and gardens running through my hand.

In this brown husk a dale of hawthorn dreams;
A cedar in this narrow cell is thrust
That will drink deeply of a century's streams;
These lilies shall make summer on my dust.

Here in their safe and simple house of death,
Sealed in their shells, a million roses leap;
Here I can blow a garden with my breath,
And in my hand a forest lies asleep.

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A Chicot

IN days of ancient history
Who were you? Tell me if you know.
Between your kisses answer me
To-night, Chicot.

Were you a faun by Castaly
Tracking Urania or Clio?
Or a white boy in Arcady
Astray, Chicot?

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