Frances Darwin Cornford poems
Frances Darwin Cornford(30 March 1886 - 19 August 1960 / Cambridge, England)
The Guitarist Tunes Up
- by Frances Darwin Cornford 46
With what attentive courtesy he bentOver his instrument;
Not as a lordly conquerer who could
Command both wire and wood,
But as a man with a loved woman might,
Inquiring with delight
What slight essential things she had to say
Before they started, he and she, to play.
A Recollection
- by Frances Darwin Cornford 37
MY father's friend came once to tea.He laughed and talked. He spoke to me.
But in another week they said
That friendly pink-faced man was dead.
' How sad . .' they said, 'the best of men . .'
So I said too, 'How sad '; but then
Deep in my heart I thought with pride,
'I know a person who has died.'