Poems

Alice Meynell's poetry possesses a rare quality: the ability to slow time itself. Written in the late Victorian era, these poems dwell in the spaces between words, finding the sacred in domestic life and the profound in quiet observation. Meynell writes of motherhood, nature, and mortality with a restraint that only deepens its emotional power. Her verses attend to the flutter of a bird's wing, the weight of memory, and the ache of things unseen. There is Sufism here, a mysticism that permeates her attention to the present moment, and there is also a fierce, quiet feminism in her celebration of women's inner lives. These are not poems that shout; they wait to be heard. For readers who have grown weary of noise, Meynell offers something increasingly precious: poetry that asks for nothing but your stillness in return.