Charlotte Mary Mew

(15 November 1869 – 24 March 1928 / London)

Charlotte Mary Mew Poems

1. The Call 7/6/2015
2. The Road To Kerity 3/25/2012
3. Fin De Fête 3/25/2012
4. Song 3/25/2012
5. Madeline In Church 3/25/2012
6. The Sunlit House 3/25/2012
7. Not For That City 3/25/2012
8. Pêcheresse 3/25/2012
9. Moorland Night 3/25/2012
10. Ken 3/25/2012
11. The Voice 3/25/2012
12. Fame 1/28/2014
13. The Forest Road 3/25/2012
14. June, 1915 11/25/2014
15. In Nunhead Cemetary 3/25/2012
16. Monsieur Qui Passe 1/3/2003
17. The Peddler 1/3/2003
18. Sea Love 1/3/2003
19. The Cenotaph 1/3/2003
20. I Have Been Through The Gates 1/3/2003
21. From A Window 1/3/2003
22. In The Fields 1/3/2003
23. Absence 1/3/2003
24. The Trees Are Down 1/3/2003
25. The Farmer's Bride 1/3/2003
26. The Changeling 1/3/2003
27. A Farewell 1/3/2003
28. A Quoi Bon Dire 1/3/2003
29. On The Road To The Sea 1/3/2003
30. My Heart Is Lame 1/3/2003
31. I So Liked Spring 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Charlotte Mary Mew

I So Liked Spring

I so liked Spring last year
Because you were here;-
The thrushes too-
Because it was these you so liked to hear-
I so liked you.

This year's a different thing,-
I'll not think of you.
But I'll like the Spring because it is simply spring
As the thrushes do.

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A Quoi Bon Dire

Seventeen years ago you said
Something that sounded like Good-bye;
And everybody thinks that you are dead,
But I.

So I, as I grow stiff and cold
To this and that say Good-bye too;
And everybody sees that I am old
But you.

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