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?

(C) Frances Darwin Cornford
04/05/2017


Best Poems of Frances Darwin Cornford

• The Guitarist Tunes Up
• Pre-existence
• On Rupert Brooke
• A Recollection
• Autumn Evening
• The Watch
• Autumn Morning At Cambridge
• In France
• The Ragwort
• Rhyme For A Phonetician
• The Coast: Norfolk
• The Old Witch In The Copse
• To A Lady Seen From The Train