Superfluous Woman, Vera Brittain, 1919
Ghosts crying down the vistas of the years, 1
Whose echoes long have died.
And kind moss grown
Over the sharp and blood-bespattered stones 5
Which cut our feet upon the ancient ways
But who will look for my coming?
Long busy days where many meet and part;
Remembered hours of hope; 10
And city streets
Grown dark and hot with eager multitudes
Hurrying homeward whither respite awaits.
But who will seek me at nightfall?
Light fading where the chimneys cut the sky; 15
Footsteps that pass,
Nor tarry at my door.
And far away,
Behind the row of crosses, shadows black
Stretch out long arms before the smouldering sun. 20
But who will give me my children?
Brittain, Vera. "The Superfluous Woman." N.p.: n.p., n.d. N. pag. Allpoetry.com. 2010. Web. 31 Mar. 2016.
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