Katherine Mansfield

Katherine Mansfield

1,000 карма
United Kingdom (Great Britain)

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Grant me the moment, the lovely
That I may lean forth to
The other buds, the other blooms,
The other leaves on the tree:
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Now this is the story of
Who ages and ages
Lived right on the top of a mountain,
A mountain all covered with snow
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Playing in the fire and twilight together,
My little son and I,
Suddenly—woefully—I stoop to catch him
"Try, mother, try
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Now it is Loneliness who comes at
Instead of Sleep, to sit beside my bed
Like a tired child I lie and wait her tread,
I watch her softly blowing out the light
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That deaf old
With his hand to his ear—His hand to hi head stood out like a shell,
Horny and hollow
He said, "I can't hear,"He muttered, "Don't shout,
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Now folds the Tree of Day its perfect flowers,
And every bloom becomes a bud again,
Shut and sealed up against the golden
Of bees that hover in the velvet hours…
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Half-Past-Six and I were
In a very grown-up way;
We had got so tired with
That we did not want to play
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