Who is Walter De La Mare


Walter de la MareWalter de la Mare in 1924
(photo by Lady Ottoline Morrell)BornWalter John de la Mare
(1873-04-25)25 April 1873
Charlton, Kent, England, UKDied22 June 1956(1956-06-22) (aged 83)
Twickenham, Middlesex, England, UK...
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Walter De La Mare Poems

  • Treachery
    She had amid her ringlets bound
    Green leaves to rival their dark hue;
    How could such locks with beauty bound
    Dry up their dew, ...
  • The Vacant Day
    As I did walk in meadows green
    I heard the summer noon resound
    With call of myriad things unseen
    That leapt and crept upon the ground. ...
  • Five Eyes
    In Hans' old Mill his three black cats
    Watch the bins for the thieving rats.
    Whisker and claw, they crouch in the night,
    Their five eyes smouldering green and bright: ...
  • O Dear Me!
    Here are crocuses, white, gold, grey!
    'O dear me!' says Marjorie May;
    Flat as a platter the blackberry blows:
    'O dear me!' says Madeleine Rose; ...
  • Imogen
    Even she too dead! all languor on her brow,
    All mute humanity's last simpleness, -
    And yet the roses in her cheeks unfallen!
    Can death haunt silence with a silver sound? ...
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Sweet 99 Clear 74 Face 62 Cold 61 Bright 55 Earth 53 Deep 52 Small 50 Wild 46 Head 42


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  • Kevblue777: clouded with snow the cold winds blow, and shrill on leafless bough the robin with its burning breast alone sings now. –walter john de la mare (1873–1956)
  • Le0nardpoetry: i was looking for the walter de la mare anthology that auden claims "taught me what poetry is", but i guess this will do
  • Mbharrington501: clouded with snow the cold winds blow, and shrill on leafless bough the robin with its burning breast alone sings now. –walter john de la mare (1873–1956) december 7: national pearl harbor remembrance day
  • Habbymomma: clouded with snow the cold winds blow, and shrill on leafless bough the robin with its burning breast alone sings now. –walter john de la mare (1873–1956)
  • Teresaabacon2: good morning welcome to my world the cold winds blow, and shrill on leafless bough the robin with its burning breast alone sings now. –walter john de la mare (1873–1956)
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