Poems to share

And I Am Lonely

The world is great: the birds all fly from me,
The stars are golden fruit upon a tree
All out of reach: my little sister went,
And I am lonely.

The world is great: I tried to mount the hill
Above the pines, where the light lies so still,
But it rose higher: little Lisa went
And I am lonely.

The world is great: the wind comes rushing by.
I wonder where it comes from; sea birds cry
And hurt my heart: my little sister went,
And I am lonely.

The world is great: the people laugh and talk,
And make loud holiday: how fast they walk!
I’m lame, they push me: little Lisa went,
And I am lonely.

George Eliot

George Eliot (1819-1880) was the pen name of Victorian novelist, journalist and poet Mary Ann Evans. She used a male name to ensure critics of the day would take her work seriously, and also to draw attention away from her personal life. Today, she is best remembered for her novels, such as Middlemarch and The Mill on the Floss, which are filled with vivid characters and closely observed depictions of life in English market towns.