The Poems of Katherine Mansfield Quotes
The Poems of Katherine Mansfield
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“Outside the sky is light with stars”
― The Poems of Katherine Mansfield
― The Poems of Katherine Mansfield
“Light as feathers the witches fly,
The horn of the moon is plain to see;
By a firefly under a jonquil flower
A goblin toasts a bumble-bee.”
― The Poems of Katherine Mansfield
The horn of the moon is plain to see;
By a firefly under a jonquil flower
A goblin toasts a bumble-bee.”
― The Poems of Katherine Mansfield
“He would sit very still on the doorstep
And dream--O, that he had a friend!
Somebody to come when he called them,
Somebody to catch by the hand,
Somebody to sleep with at night time,
Somebody who'd quite understand.”
― The Poems of Katherine Mansfield
And dream--O, that he had a friend!
Somebody to come when he called them,
Somebody to catch by the hand,
Somebody to sleep with at night time,
Somebody who'd quite understand.”
― The Poems of Katherine Mansfield
“We might be fifty, we might be five,
So snug, so compact, so wise are we!
Under the kitchen-table leg
My knee is pressing against his knee.”
― The Poems of Katherine Mansfield
So snug, so compact, so wise are we!
Under the kitchen-table leg
My knee is pressing against his knee.”
― The Poems of Katherine Mansfield
“Shadow children, thin and small,
Now the day is left behind,
You are dancing on the wall,
On the curtains, on the blind.”
― The Poems of Katherine Mansfield
Now the day is left behind,
You are dancing on the wall,
On the curtains, on the blind.”
― The Poems of Katherine Mansfield
“The Sea called—I lay on the rocks and said:
"I am come."
She mocked and showed her teeth,
Stretching out her long green arms.
"Go away!" she thundered.
"Then tell me what I am to do," I begged.
"If I leave you, you will not be silent,
But cry my name in the cities
And wistfully entreat me in the plains and forests;
All else I forsake to come to you—what must I do?"
"Never have I uttered your name," snarled the Sea.
"There is no more of me in your body
Than the little salt tears you are frightened of shedding.
What can you know of my love on your brown rock
pillow….
Come closer.”
― Poems
"I am come."
She mocked and showed her teeth,
Stretching out her long green arms.
"Go away!" she thundered.
"Then tell me what I am to do," I begged.
"If I leave you, you will not be silent,
But cry my name in the cities
And wistfully entreat me in the plains and forests;
All else I forsake to come to you—what must I do?"
"Never have I uttered your name," snarled the Sea.
"There is no more of me in your body
Than the little salt tears you are frightened of shedding.
What can you know of my love on your brown rock
pillow….
Come closer.”
― Poems
