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Lesbia Harford (Лесбия Харфорд)


A Bronte Legend


They say she was a creature of the moor,
A lover of the angels, silence bound.
She sought no friendships. She was too remote,
Her sister Charlotte found.
I know she nursed her brother till he died,
Although she didn't like him; that she had
Housework and all the ironing to do,
Because her maids were bad.
And in the midst of it she wrote a book.
There could have been small leisure for the moor
Or wandering! She used to mend and sew,
The family was so poor.
Her brother died. But she died just as soon
As she had nursed dear Charlotte through the shock
Of Patrick's death. Contemplative? Well, well!
No Simeon of the Rock!



Lesbia Harford's other poems:
  1. Do you remember still the little song
  2. Machinist Talking
  3. Child Sun
  4. Pink eucalyptus flowers
  5. Summer Lightning


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