On Charlotte Mew’s 150th birthday, celebrate by enjoying her lyric poem, “From a Window”:
Up here, with June, the sycamore throws
Across the window a whispering screen;
I shall miss the sycamore more, I suppose,
Than anything else on this earth that is out in green.
But I mean to go through the door without fear,
Not caring much what happens here
When I’m away:—
How green the screen is across the panes
Or who goes laughing along the lanes
With my old lover all summer day.
Design by Steven S. Drachman, from an image by Bertsz