Frances Cornford Quotes

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A young Apollo, golden-haired,
Stands dreaming on the verge of strife,
Magnificently unprepared
For the long littleness of life.

Frances Cornford

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 doves
And shivering-sweet to the touch?
O why do you walk through the fields in gloves,
Missing so much and so much?

Frances Cornford

More piercing, more unbearable than blame
Is to be understood.

Frances Cornford

How long ago Hector took off his plume,
Not wanting that his little son should cry,
Then kissed his sad Andromache goodbye —
And now we three in Euston waiting-room.

Frances Cornford

Your youth is like a water-wetted stone
Bright with a beauty that is not its own.

Frances Cornford

The wrong you have done is very quiet: just
Not being there.

Frances Cornford

Whoso maintains that I am humbled now
(Who wait the Awful Day) is still a liar;
I hope to meet my Maker brow to brow
And find my own the higher.

Frances Cornford

Frances Cornford

Frances Cornford

Born: March 30, 1886

Died: August 19, 1960 (aged 74)

Bio: Frances Crofts Cornford was an English poet in the Georgian tradition. She belonged to the Darwin-Wedgwood family.

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