Lesbia Harford (Лесбия Харфорд)

Deliverance through Art

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.

1. Suburban Dames
2. White Sunshine
3. Each morning I pass on my way to work
4. You, whom the grave cannot bind
5. How funny it would be if dreamy I

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