Market Day (Mary Webb Poems)
Who'll walk the fields with us to town,In an old coat and a faded gown?We take our roots and country ...
Mary Webb Poems on Wine (4 Poems)
Humble Folk (Mary Webb Poems)
Above our lane two rows of larches lean,And lissom, rosy pines with wild black hair--One slim, bright-fingered chestnut in between.In ...
Autumn, 1914 (Mary Webb Poems)
The scarlet-jewelled ashtree sighed - 'He cometh,For whom no wine is poured and no bee hummeth.'The huddled bean-sheaves under the ...
Mischief To A Bee (Mary Webb Poems)
O Bee!While I believed you gathering in the sunNectar so busily,What have you done?My violet,More white than well-bleached linen, you ...