1 min read
Слушать(AI)Winter Song
Rain and wind, and wind and rain.
Will the Summer come again?
Rain on houses, on the street,
Wetting all the people's feet,
Though they run with might and main.
Rain and wind, and wind and rain.
Snow and sleet, and sleet and snow.
Will the Winter never go?
What do beggar children
With no fire to cuddle to,
P'raps with nowhere warm to go?
Snow and sleet, and sleet and snow.
Hail and ice, and ice and hail,
Water frozen in the pail.
See the robins, brown and red,
They are waiting to be fed.
Poor dears, battling in the gale!
Hail and ice, and ice and hail.
Katherine Mansfield
Kathleen Mansfield Murry (née Beauchamp; 14 October 1888 – 9 January 1923) was a prominent modernist writer who was born and brought up in New Z
Comments
You need to be signed in to write comments
Other author posts
When I was a Bird
I climbed up the karaka Into a nest all made of But soft as feathers I made up a song that went on singing all by
On a Young Ladys Sixth Anniversary
Baby Babbles—only one, Now to sit up has begun Little Babbles quite turned Walks as well as I and you
Sea
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
The Storm
I Ran to the forest for shelter, Breathless, half sobbing; I put my arms round a tree, Pillowed my head against the rough bark