Frances Darwin Cornford

(30 March 1886 - 19 August 1960 / Cambridge, England)

To A Lady Seen From The Train - Poem by Frances Darwin Cornford

O why do you walk through the fields in gloves,
Missing so much and so much?
O fat white woman whom nobody loves,
Why do you walk through the fields in gloves,
When the grass is soft as the breast of doves
And shivering sweet to the touch?
O why do you walk through the fields in gloves,
Missing so much and so much?

Comments about To A Lady Seen From The Train by Frances Darwin Cornford

  • Susan Williams (1/30/2016 12:22:00 AM)

    This is a difficult poem to figure out basically because no one wants a poet to be a meanie to fat ladies. So I try to get some other meaning out of this. First off, I get caught up in the summertime-ness of this poem, the wandering around in fields of golden sunshine. Hmmmmmmm- that feels good. Who wants to be mean while we're feeling this good? Surely this little triolet isn't meant to be as spiteful as it sounds.
    .....But, lady, why do you walk through the fields in gloves? Seems an odd thing to do on a walk in the summertime heat. Are you wanting to separate yourself from life? Not be touched by life? You've been rejected so you reject back.
    ......Poor overweight woman, are you lonely and unloved? I guess if you're lonely and unloved you have to fill in your time somehow. So you wander through a field in white gloves. Gloves. That could be why you're missing so much. Yes, you're missing friendship and love but are you also missing the beauty of that summer day and that grass as soft as the breast of doves? . But why do you walk the fields if it is not to enjoy the beauties of nature?
    .....Or is the poor tubby lady being used as a target by a narcisstic poet?
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  • Kim Barney (1/29/2016 10:06:00 AM)

    Sorry, the point of this poem escapes me. What exactly is she missing? (Report) Reply

  • Jayatissa K. Liyanage (1/29/2016 9:45:00 AM)

    Romantic minds see beauty of anything beheld. I catch the panoramic beauty in the poem. Nice write. (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (1/29/2016 4:23:00 AM)

    Missing the muse of sweet love. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (1/29/2016 3:32:00 AM)

    Nice dedication to the fat white lady moving in the fields......10+++ (Report) Reply

  • (1/29/2016 2:16:00 AM)

    A beautiful poem that liked to recite. (Report) Reply

  • (6/5/2014 8:18:00 PM) mysterious.....wonder why the lady seen from the train was walking in the field..... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 15, 2010

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 10, 2011

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