Winifred Howells

Poems (4)

• A Wasted Sympathy

  Do not waste your pity, friend, / When you see me weep as now; …

• Forthfaring

  I tripped along a narrow way, / Plucking the same flowers, day by day; …

• Past

  There, as she sewed, came floating through her head / Odd bits of poems, learned in other days …

• The Poet and the Child

  “and you, Sir Poet, shall you make, I pray, / This child a poet with that insight rare …