Harold Monro

Harold Edward Monro (14 March 1879 – 16 March 1932) was a Belgian-born British poet, publisher, bookseller and anthologist. He was a tireless supporter of contemporary English poetry, not least as publisher of Edward Marsh's Georgian Poetry series.

Quotes

 * O cool glad pasture; living tree, tall corn, Great cliff, or languid sloping sand, cold sea, Waves: river curving; you, eternal flowers, Give me content, while I can think of you: Give me your living breath! Back to your rampart, Death!
 * "Living", line 36, from Alida Monro (ed.) Collected Poems (London: Duckworth, [1933] 1970) p. 13.


 * Cupid has offered his arrows for Jesus to try; He has offered his bow for the game. But Jesus went weeping away, and left him there wondering why.
 * "Children of Love", line 34, from Alida Monro (ed.) Collected Poems (London: Duckworth, [1933] 1970) p. 154.


 * The children eat and wriggle and laugh, The two old ladies stroke their silk; But the cat is grown small and thin with desire, Transformed to a creeping lust for milk.
 * "Milk for the Cat", line 17, from Alida Monro (ed.) Collected Poems (London: Duckworth, [1933] 1970) p. 163.

Criticism

 * His poetry, as a whole, is more nearly the real right thing than any of the poetry of a somewhat older generation than mine except Mr. Yeats's.
 * T. S. Eliot, in Alida Monro (ed.) The Collected Poems of Harold Monro (London: Cobden-Sanderson, 1933) p. xiv.