Rosette Sends You Roses

...And the crimson haunts you everywhere

The Quite House
Charlotte Mew


I had discovered this almost obscure "poetess" while living in London but it was only after we left that I found out that her last home was just across the street from our flat on Delancy St. in Camden Town...a lot of poets lived around there, maybe not a lot but at least two:Dylan Thomas and Christina Rosetti, for example.
Mews poems are full of dramatic monologues that grab our attention -"I want your life before mine bleeds away", they are never neutral,(me no like neutral) and live to be heard. The people in her poems are locked in houses, rooms...and trapped within the prison of their identities too.( a bit like the three characters in my upcoming performance...) So their minds and thoughts wander but the freedom never quite arrives.
My favourite poems are Rooms, A quoi bon dire and The Quite House and well, some others too although she didn't leave that many.

Charlotte wrote in a letter: "mais il fait ecouter le coeur when there is nothing else to listen to.
I hope you agree ... and Good Night mes amis ... I got carried away with this text, feels like War and Peace... stop.