Lesbia Harford poems

Lesbia Harford(1891 - 1927 / Australia)

A Meaning Learnt

- by Lesbia Harford 248

I'm not his wife. I am his paramour:
His wayside love, picked up in journeying:
Rose of the hedgerows; fragrant, till he fling
Me down beside the ditch, a drooped thing
Some country boy may stick into his hat.
A paramour has no more use than that.

Child Sun

- by Lesbia Harford 165

Child Sun
Why will you play Peep Bo
Now in, now out
The workroom window so?
True 'tis
That there are children here;
But they've no time
To play Peep Bo, my dear.