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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!" 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

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

Than the little salt tears you are frightened of shedding.

What can you know of my love on your brown rock    pillow….

Come closer."

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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…
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