O why do you walk through the fields in boots,
Missing so much and so much?
O fat white woman whom nobody shoots,
Why do you walk through the fields in boots,
When the grass is soft as the breast of coots
And shivering-sweet to the touch?

(C) Alfred Edward Housman
04/02/2017


Best Poems of Alfred Edward Housman

• Goodnight
• Xvi: How Clear, How Lovely Bright
• The Oracles
• Could Man Be Drunk Forever
• The True Lover
• The Lads In Their Hundreds
• I Hoed And Trenched And Weeded
• Reveille
• Xxviii: Now Dreary Dawns The Eastern Light
• The Chestnut Casts His Flambeaux
• This Time Of Year A Twelvemonth Past
• Loveliest Of Trees, The Cherry Now
• Along The Field As We Came By
• Is My Team Ploughing
• Xl: Farewell To A Name And Number
• To An Athlete Dying Young
• Xxxvi: Revolution
• Xvii: Astronomy
• From Far, From Eve And Morning
• Xii: An Epitaph