If I had six white horses
And six sturdy friends,
I'd sell them into slavery,
If that would gain your ends.
I'd sell them into slavery,
If you so willed.
Thus were the hearts blood o' the world
By treason spilled.

(C) Lesbia Harford
03/11/2017


Best Poems of Lesbia Harford

• Grotesque
• In The Public Library
• A Meaning Learnt
• A Strike Rhyme
• I Was Sad
• Why Does She Put Me To Many Indignities
• Inventory
• A Deity
• I Hate Work So
• Sometimes I Wish That I Were Helen-fair
• If I Had Six White Horses
• A Blouse Machinist
• Martha
• Street Music
• Emmie, Emmie Adams
• Machinist Talking
• He Has A Fairy Wife
• I Have To Make A Soul For One
• Body And Soul