Frances Cornford

Frances Crofts Cornford (née Darwin; 30 March 1886 – 19 August 1960) was an English poet in the Georgian tradition. She belonged to the Darwin-Wedgwood family. Quotes A young Apollo, golden-haired,Stands dreaming on the verge of strife,Magnificently unpreparedFor the long littleness of life. "Youth", line 1; from Poems (Hampstead: Priory Press, 1910) p. 15; on Rupert Brooke O why do you walk through the fields in gloves,Missing so much and so much?O fat white woman whom nobody loves,Why do you walk through the fields in gloves,When the grass is soft as the breast of dovesAnd shivering-sweet to the touch?O why do you walk through the fields in gloves,Missing so much and so much? "To a Fat Lady Seen from the Train", from Poems (Hampstead: Priory Press, 1910) p. 20 Whoso maintains that I am humbled now(Who wait the Awful Day) is still a liar;I hope to meet my Maker brow to browAnd find my own the higher. "Epitaph for a Reviewer", line 1; from Collected Poems (London: Cresset Press, 1954) p. 112 I ran out in the morning, when the air was clean & new,And all the grass was glittering, & grey with autumn dew;I ran out to the apple-tree and pull’d an apple down,And all the bells were ringing in the grey old town.Down in the town off the bridges and the grassThey are sweeping up the leaves to let the people pass,Sweeping up the old leaves, golden-reds and browns,Whilst the men go to lecture with the wind in their gowns. "Autumn Morning at Cambridge"; from Poems (1910), p. 1 External links Category:Poets from England Category:1886 births Category:1960 deaths