Absence (by: Charlotte Mew (1869 - 1928)) Sometimes I know the way You walk, up over the bay; It is a wind from the far sea... continue reading
Farewell, A (by: Charlotte Mew (1869 - 1928)) 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... continue reading
From A Window (by: Charlotte Mew (1869 - 1928)) Up here, with June, the sycamore throws Across the window a whispering screen; I shall miss the sycamore more I suppose... continue reading
I Have Been Through The Gates (by: Charlotte Mew (1869 - 1928)) There is dust in the streets, and blood; They are empty; darkness is over them; His heart is a place with the lights gone out... continue reading
In The Fields (by: Charlotte Mew (1869 - 1928)) Will the heart of any everlasting thing Bring me these dreams that take my breath away? continue reading
On The Road To The Sea (by: Charlotte Mew (1869 - 1928)) I would have liked (so vile we are!) to have taught you tears But most to have made you smile. To-day is not enough or yesterday: God sees it all-- Your length on sunny lawns, the wakeful rainy nights--; tell me--; (how vain to ask), but it is not a question--just a call-- continue reading
Peddler, The (by: Charlotte Mew (1869 - 1928)) The road, the road, beyond men's bolted doors, There shall I walk and you go free of me, For yours lies North across the moors, And mine lies South. To what seas? continue reading
Quoi Bon Dire, A (by: Charlotte Mew (1869 - 1928)) Seventeen years ago you said Something that sounded like Good-bye: And everybody thinks you are dead But I. continue reading
Sea Love (by: Charlotte Mew (1869 - 1928)) Tide be runnin’ the great world over: ’Twas only last June month... continue reading
