She was the daughter of the botanist Francis Darwin and Newnham College fellow Ellen Wordsworth Crofts (1856-1903), and born into the Darwin—Wedgwood family. She was a granddaughter of the British naturalist Charles Darwin. Her older half-brother was the golf writer Bernard Darwin. She was brought up in Cambridge, among a dense social network of aunts, uncles, and cousins, and was educated privately.[1][2]

In 1909, Frances Darwin married Francis Cornford, a classicist and poet. They had five children:

• Helena Cornford (1913–1996); married Joseph L. Henderson[3] in 1934
• John Cornford (1915–1936), a poet and Communist who was killed in the Spanish Civil War
• Christopher Cornford (1917–1993), an artist and writer
• Hugh Wordsworth Cornford (1921–1997), medical doctor[4]
• Ruth Clare (1924–1992); married Cecil Hall Chapman, the son of Sydney Chapman in 1947.[5] She was the mother of Matthew Chapman

She is buried at the Parish of the Ascension Burial Ground in Cambridge,[6] where she is in the same grave as her father Sir Francis Darwin. Her mother Ellen Wordsworth Darwin, née Crofts, is buried in St. Andrews Church's churchyard in Girton, Cambridgeshire.

Her husband, Francis, was cremated at Cambridge Crematorium on 6 January 1943.

Frances Cornford published several books of verse, including her debut (as "F.C.D"), The Holtbury Idyll (1908), Poems (1910), Spring Morning (1915), Autumn Midnight (1923), and Different Days (1928). Mountains and Molehills (1935) was illustrated with woodcuts by her cousin Gwen Raverat.

She wrote poems including "The Guitarist Tunes Up":

With what attentive courtesy he bent
Over his instrument;
Not as a lordly conqueror who could
Command both wire and wood,
But as a man with a loved woman might
Inquiring with delight
What slight essential things she had to say
Before they started, he and she, to play.

One of Frances Cornford's poems was a favourite of Philip Larkin and his lover Maeve Brennan. "All Souls' Night" uses the superstition that a dead lover will appear to a still faithful partner on that November date. Maeve, many years after Larkin's death, would re-read the poem on All Souls:[7]

My love came back to me
Under the November tree
Shelterless and dim.
He put his hand upon my shoulder,
He did not think me strange or older,
Nor I him.

Although the myth enhances the poem - it can be read as the meeting of older, former lovers.

To a Fat Lady Seen from the Train However, Cornford is possibly best remembered for her triolet poem "To a Fat Lady Seen from the Train" in Poems of 1910.[8]

O why do you walk through the fields in gloves,
Missing so much and so much?
O fat white woman whom nobody loves,
Why do you walk through the fields in gloves,
When the grass is soft as the breast of doves
And shivering-sweet to the touch?
O why do you walk through the fields in gloves,
Missing so much and so much?

To which G. K. Chesterton replied in "The Fat Lady Answers” in his Collected Poems of 1927:[9]

Why do you rush through the field in trains,
Guessing so much and so much.
Why do you flash through the flowery meads,
Fat-head poet that nobody reads;
And why do you know such a frightful lot
About people in gloves as such?
...

Earlier, in 1910, A. E. Housman had written a parody in a private letter:[10]

O why do you walk through the fields in boots,
Missing so much and so much?
O fat white woman whom nobody shoots,
Why do you walk through the fields in boots,
When the grass is soft as the breast of coots ...

The first lines of this poem were spoken by a character in Agatha Christie's 1939 novel Murder is Easy.

• Frances Cornford at Find a Grave

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• Works by Frances Cornford at Faded Page (Canada)
• Encyclopædia Britannica
• Bibliography
• The Coast: Norfolk by Frances Cornford
• "Archival material relating to Frances Cornford". UK National Archives.
• Archival Material at Leeds University Library