When I am making poetry I'm good
And happy then.
I live in a deep world of angelhood
Afar from men.
And all the great and bright and fiery troop
Kiss me agen
With love. Deathless Ideas! I have no need
Of girls' lips then.
Goodness and happiness and poetry,
I put them by.
I will not rush with great wings gloriously
Against the sky
While poor men sit in holes, unbeautiful,
Unsouled, and die:
Better let misery and pettiness
Make me their sty.
More verses by Lesbia Harford
- Today Is Rebels' Day. And Yet We Work
- Street Music
- Once I Thought My Love Was Worth The Name
- When Day Is Over
- To Plato's Dictum