Loved this poem from the moment I read it. I hadn't ever heard of Charlotte Mew; if the rest of her poems are like this one, then she's amazing. I liked the sense of urgency and need, the sense of purpose. Made me feel good.
Charlotte Mew's story is so sad. She committed suicide at the end by drinking lysol. All alone. Makes me weep to think about the lovely words above and the sad woman Charlotte Mew became.
(originally, "The Call" was published as "The Voice.")