“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… — Charlotte Mew Copy Share Image
“before I die I want to see The world that lies behind the strangeness of your eyes” — Charlotte Mew Copy Share Image
“But still it was a lovely thing Through the grey months to wait for Spring” — Charlotte Mew Copy Share Image
“You were water to me deep and bold and fathoming' - Praise Song For My Mother by Charlotte Mew” — Charlotte Mew Copy Share Image
“Now I will burn you back, I will burn you through, Though I am damned for it we two will lie And burn, here… — Charlotte Mew Copy Share Image
Religion is like music, one must have an ear for it. Some people have none at all. — Charlotte Mew Copy Share Image
“You were moon's eye to me pull and grained and mantling' - Praise Song For My Mother by Charlotte Mew” — Charlotte Mew Copy Share Image
“There is something horrible about a flower; This, broken in my hand, is one of those He threw it in just now; it will… — Charlotte Mew Copy Share Image
“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… — Charlotte Mew Copy Share Image
“You were sunrise to me rise and warm and streaming.' - Praise Song For My Mother by Charlotte Mew” — Charlotte Mew Copy Share Image
