The renown of Charlotte Mew rests on a mere twenty-eight poems, most of them brief, published in her one book, The Farmer’s Bride. Born in London into a family marked by affliction, she made unrequited passion, insanity and death her recurring subjects; not surprisingly, she died by her own hand. Her poetry’s eccentric music, rural dialect and melancholy outlook make it reminiscent of Thomas Hardy’s.
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