Katherine Mansfield Poems (68 Poems)
The Candle (Katherine Mansfield Poems)
By my bed, on a little round tableThe Grandmother placed a candle.She gave me three kisses telling me they were three dreamsAnd tucked me in just where I loved being tucked.Then she went out of the room and the door was … Continue reading
Now I Am a Plant, a Weed (Katherine Mansfield Poems)
Now I am a plant, a weed,Bending and swingingOn a rocky ledge;And now I am a long brown grassFluttering like flame;I am a reed;An old shell singingFor ever the same;A drift of sedge;A white, white stone;A bone;Until I passInto sand … Continue reading
The Meeting (Katherine Mansfield Poems)
We started speaking,Looked at each other, then turned away.The tears kept rising to my eyes.But I could not weep.I wanted to take your handBut my hand trembled.You kept counting the daysBefore we should meet again.But both of us felt in … Continue reading
Secret Flowers (Katherine Mansfield Poems)
Is love a light for me? A steady light,A lamp within whose pallid pool I dreamOver old love-books? Or is it a gleam,A lantern coming towards me from afarDown a dark mountain? Is my love a star?Ah me!- so high … Continue reading
The Pillar Box (Katherine Mansfield Poems)
The pillar box is fat and red,The pillar box is high;It has the flattest sort of headAnd not a nose or eye,But just one open nigger mouthThat grins when I go by. The pillar box is very roundBut hungry all … Continue reading
There is a Solemn Wind To-Night (Katherine Mansfield Poems)
There is a solemn wind to-night That sings of solemn rain;The trees that have been quiet so long Flutter and start again. The slender trees, the heavy trees, The fruit trees laden and proud,Lift up their branches to the wind That cries to them … Continue reading
Fairy Tale (2) (Katherine Mansfield Poems)
Now folds the Tree of Day its perfect flowers,And every bloom becomes a bud again,Shut and sealed up against the golden showersOf bees that hover in the velvet hours…. Now a strainWild and mournful blown from shadow towers,Echoed from shadow ships … Continue reading
A Day in Bed (Katherine Mansfield Poems)
I wish I had not got a cold, The wind is big and wild, I wish that I was very old, Not just a little child. Somehow the day is very long Just keeping here, alone; I do not like … Continue reading
A Few Rules for Beginners (Katherine Mansfield Poems)
Babies must not eat the coal And they must not make grimaces, Nor in party dresses roll And must never black their faces. They must learn that pointing’s rude, They must sit quite still at table, And must always eat … Continue reading
A Fine Day (Katherine Mansfield Poems)
After all the rain, the sun Shines on hill and grassy mead; Fly into the garden, child, You are very glad indeed. For the days have been so dull, Oh, so special dark and drear, That you told me, “Mr. … Continue reading
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