Frances Cornford
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Frances Crofts Cornford (née Darwin) (1886-03-30 – 1960-08-19) was an English poet in the Georgian tradition. She belonged to the Darwin-Wedgwood family.
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- A young Apollo, golden-haired,
Stands dreaming on the verge of strife,
Magnificently unprepared
For the long littleness of life.- "Youth", line 1; from Poems (Hampstead: Priory Press, 1910) p. 15.
- On Rupert Brooke.
- 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?- "To a Fat Lady Seen from the Train", line 3; from Poems (Hampstead: Priory Press, 1910) p. 20.
- 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.- "Epitaph for a Reviewer", line 1; from Collected Poems (London: Cresset Press, 1954) p. 112.
