Frances Cornford

Frances Crofts Cornford (née Darwin; 30 March 1886 – 19 August 1960) was an English poet in the Georgian tradition. She belonged to the Darwin-Wedgwood family.

Quotes

 * 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 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?
 * "To a Fat Lady Seen from the Train", 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.