The Earth-Child in the Grass
In the very early
Long before Dawn timeI lay down in the
And listened to the cold song of the grass.
Between my fingers the green blades,
And the green blades pressed against my body."Who is she leaning so heavily upon me?"Sang the grass."Why does she weep on my bosom,
Mingling her tears with the tears of my mystic lover?
Foolish little earth-child!
It is not yet time.
One day I shall open my
And you shall slip in—but not weeping.
Then in the early
Long before Dawn
Your lover will lie in the paddock.
Between his fingers the green
And the green blades pressed against his body…My song shall not sound cold to
In my deep wave he will find the wave of your
In my strong sweet perfume, the perfume of your kisses.
Long and long he will lie there…Laughing—not weeping."
Katherine Mansfield
Other author posts
Secret Flowers
Is love a light for me A steady light, A lamp within whose pallid pool I Over old love-books
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,
Very Early Spring
The fields are snowbound no longer; There are little blue lakes and flags of tenderest green The snow has been caught up into the sky—So many white clouds—and the blue of the sky is cold Now the sun walks in the forest,
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
