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“Fame” was published in Saturday Market (Macmillan, 1921).

Fame

Sometimes in the over-heated house, but not for long,
        Smirking and speaking rather loud,
    I see myself among the crowd,
Where no one fits the singer to his song,
Or sifts the unpainted from the painted faces
Of the people who are always on my stair;
They were not with me when I walked in heavenly places;
           But could I spare
In the blind Earth’s great silences and spaces,
    The din, the scuffle, the long stare
    If I went back and it was not there?
Back to the old known things that are the new,
The folded glory of the gorse, the sweet-briar air,
To the larks that cannot praise us, knowing nothing of what we do
    And the divine, wise trees that do not care
Yet, to leave Fame, still with such eyes and that bright hair!
God! If I might! And before I go hence
          Take in her stead
          To our tossed bed,
One little dream, no matter how small, how wild.
Just now, I think I found it in a field, under a fence—
A frail, dead, new-born lamb, ghostly and pitiful and white,
          A blot upon the night,
          The moon’s dropped child!

This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on December 1, 2018, by the Academy of American Poets.

This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on December 1, 2018, by the Academy of American Poets.

Charlotte Mew

Charlotte Mew

Charlotte Mew was born on November 15, 1869, in London, England.

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We passed each other, turned and stopped for half an hour, then went our way,
           I who make other women smile did not make you--
But no man can move mountains in a day.
                  So this hard thing is yet to do.

But first I want your life:--before I die I want to see