Charlotte Mary Mew

(15 November 1869 – 24 March 1928 / London)

Charlotte Mary Mew Poems

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

Up here, with June, the sycamore throws
Across the window a whispering screen;
I shall miss the sycamore more I suppose,
Than anything else on this earth that is out in green.
But I mean to go through the door without fear,
Not caring much what happens here
When I’m away: --
How green the screen is across the panes
Or who goes laughing along the lanes

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