Frances Cornford Quotes

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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

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

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

Frances Cornford

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

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

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

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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