Anne Barbara Ridler
Anne Barbara Ridler Poems
- At Parting Since we through war awhile must part Sweetheart,...
- For A Child Expected Lovers whose lifted hands are candles in...
- The Cranes We thought they were gulls at first, while they ...
- Before Sleep Now that you lie In London afar, And may sleep...
- A Dream Observed Out from his bed the breaking seas By ...
- Poem For A Christmas Broadcast Woman s Voice Perhaps you ...
- Bunhill’s Fields Under cool trees the City tombs extend, and...
Anne Barbara Ridler OBE (née Bradby) was a British poet, and Faber and Faber editor, selecting the Faber A Little Book of Modern Verse with T. S. Eliot (1941). Her Collected Poems (Carcanet Press) were published in 1994. She turned to libretto work and verse plays; it was later in life that she earned official recognition, receiving an OBE in 2001.
Ridler was the daughter of HC Bradby, a housemaster at Rugby School, where she was born. Her mother, Violet Bradby, born Milford, wrote popular children's stories and was the sister of Humphrey S. Milford, Publisher to the University of Oxford. One of her great-grandfathers was Charles Richard Sumner, Bishop of ... more »
Click here to add this poet to your My Favorite Poets.
Since we through war awhile must part
Sweetheart, and learn to lose
Of all that satisfied our heart:
Lay up those secrets and those powers
Wherewith you pleased and cherished me these two years:
Now we must draw, as plants would,
On tubers stored in a better season,
Our honey and heaven;
Only our love can store such food.
Is this to make a god of absence?
A new-born monster to steal our sustenance?
We cannot quite cast out lack and pain.
Let him remain-what he may devour
We can well spare:
He never can tap this, the true vein.