Who is Harold Monro

Harold Edward Monro (14 March 1879 – 16 March 1932) was an English poet born in Brussels, Belgium. As the proprietor of the Poetry Bookshop in London, he helped many poets to bring their work before the public.

Life and career

Monro was born at 137 chaussée de Charleroi, Saint-Gilles/St Gillis, Brussels, on 14 March 1879, as the youngest of three surviving children of Edward William Monro (1848–1889), civil engineer, and his wife and first cousin, Arabel Sophia (1849–1926), daughter of Peter John Margary, also a civil engineer. Monro's father was born at Marylebone and died aged 41 when Monro was only nine years old. This loss may have influenced his character as a poet. The Monro family was well established in Bloomsbury. His paternal grandfather, Dr Henry ...
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Harold Monro Poems

  • Thistledown
    This might have been a place for sleep,
    But, as from that small hollow there
    Hosts of bright thistledown begin
    Their dazzling journey through the air, ...
  • Real Property
    Tell me about that harvest field.
    Oh! Fifty acres of living bread.
    The colour has painted itself in my heart;
    The form is patterned in my head. ...
  • Living
    Slow bleak awakening from the morning dream
    Brings me in contact with the sudden day.
    I am alive â?? this I.
    I let my fingers move along my body. ...
  • Suburb
    Dull and hard the low wind creaks
    Among the rustling pampas plumes.
    Drearily the year consumes
    Its fifty-two insipid weeks. ...
  • Man Carrying Bale
    The tough hand closes gently on the load;
    Out of the mind, a voice
    Calls 'Lift!' and the arms, remembering well their work,
    Lengthen and pause for help. ...
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Top 10 most used topics by Harold Monro

Night 14 Love 11 I Love You 11 Suddenly 9 Heart 9 Delight 8 Cool 8 Away 8 Head 8 Mind 8


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Faizafazal9: strange meetings. if suddenly a clod of earth should rise, and walk about, and breathe, and speak, and love, how one would tremble, and in what surprise gasp; “can you move?” i see men walking & i always feel: “ earth how have you done this? what can you be?” harold monro
Aquetica5573: when the tea is brought at five o'clockand all the neat curtains are drawn with care,the little black cat with bright green eyesis suddenly purring there.,harold monro, collected poems,cats, tea,
Gnilwoce: “when the tea is brought at five o'clock and all the neat curtains are drawn with care, the little black cat with bright green eyes is suddenly purring there.” ― harold monro, collected poems
Lahmccabe: may all our poetry readings begin with a ´ripple of expectation’ and an ´expectant hush’ a description of a yeats reading at harold monro’s the poetry bookshop.
Piecorbett: exploring harold monro’s wonderful poem overheard on a saltmarsh.
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Psalm 119 Part 10
 by Isaac Watts

Pleading the promises.

ver. 38,49

Behold thy waiting servant, Lord,
Devoted to thy fear;
Remember and confirm thy word,
For all my hopes are there.
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