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DreamyKatherine Mansfield

Sleeping Together

Sleeping together ... how tired you were ... How warm our room ... how the firelight spread On walls and ceiling and great white bed! We spoke in whispers as children do, And now it was I--and then it was you Slept a moment, to wake--“My dear, I’m not at all sleepy,” one of us said... Was it a thousand years ago? I woke in your arms--you were sound asleep-- And heard the pattering sound of sheep. Softly I slipped to the floor and crept To the curtained window, then, while you slept, I watched the sheep pass by in the snow. O flock of thoughts with their shepherd Fear Shivering, desolate, out in the cold, That entered into my heart to fold!
DreamyKatherine Mansfield

The Arabian Shawl

“It is cold outside, you will need a coat-- What! this old Arabian shawl! Bind it about your head and throat, These steps ... it is dark ... my hand ... you might fall.” What has happened? What strange, sweet charm Lingers about the Arabian shawl ... Do not tremble so! There can be no harm In just remembering--that is all. “I love you so--I will be your wife,” Here, in the dark of the Terrace wall, Say it again. Let that other life Fold us like the Arabian shawl. “Do you remember?” ... “I quite forget, Some childish foolishness, that is all, To-night is the first time we have met ... Let me take off my Arabian shawl!”
DreamyKatherine Mansfield

When I Was a Bird

I climbed up the karaka tree Into a nest all made of leaves But soft as feathers. I made up a song that went on singing all by itself And hadn’t any words, but got sad at the end. There were daisies in the grass under the tree. I said just to try them: “I’ll bite off your heads and give them to my little children to eat.” But they didn’t believe I was a bird; They stayed quite open. The sky was like a blue nest with white feathers And the sun was the mother bird keeping it warm. That’s what my song said: though it hadn’t any words. Little Brother came up the patch, wheeling his barrow. I made my dress into wings and kept very quiet. Then when he was quite near I said: “Sweet, sweet!”
DreamyKatherine Mansfield

Evening Song of the Thoughtful Child

Shadow children, thin and small, Now the day is left behind, You are dancing on the wall, On the curtains, on the blind. On the ceiling, children, too, Peeping round the nursery door, Let me come and play with you, As we always played before. Let’s pretend that we have wings And can really truly fly Over every sort of things Up and up into the sky, Where the sweet star children play-- It does seem a dreadful rule, They must stay inside all day. I suppose they go to school.
DreamyKatherine Mansfield

The Lonesome Child

The baby in the looking-glass Is smiling through at me; She has her teaspoon in her hand, Her feeder on for tea. And if I look behind her I Can see the table spread; I wonder if she has to eat The nasty crusts of bread. Her doll, like mine, is sitting close Beside her special chair, She has a pussy on her lap; It must be my cup there. Her picture-book is on the floor, The cover’s just the same; And tidily upon the shelf I see my Ninepin game.
DreamyKatherine Mansfield

A Little Boy's Dream

To and fro, to and fro In my little boat I go Sailing far across the sea All alone, just little me. And the sea is big and strong And the journey very long. To and fro, to and fro In my little boat I go. Sea and sky, sea and sky, Quietly on the deck I lie, Having just a little rest. I have really done my best In an awful pirate fight, But we captured them all right. Sea and sky, sea and sky, Quietly on the deck I lie
DreamyKatherine Mansfield

Fairy Tale

Now folds the Tree of Day its perfect flowers, And every bloom becomes a bud again, Shut and sealed up against the golden showers Of bees that hover in the velvet hours.... Now a strain Wild and mournful blown from shadow towers, Echoed from shadow ships upon the foam, Proclaims the Queen of Night. From their bowers The dark Princesses fluttering, wing their flight To their old Mother, in her huge old home.
DreamyKatherine Mansfield

Out in the Garden

Out in the garden, Out in the windy, swinging dark, Under the trees and over the flower-beds, Over the grass and under the hedge border, Someone is sweeping, sweeping, Some old gardener. Out in the windy, swinging dark, Someone is secretly putting in order, Someone is creeping, creeping.
DreamyKatherine Mansfield

Now I Am a Plant, a Weed....

Now I am a plant, a weed, Bending and swinging On a rocky ledge; And now I am a long brown grass Fluttering like flame; I am a reed; An old shell singing For ever the same; A drift of sedge; A white, white stone; A bone; Until I pass Into sand again, And spin and blow To and fro, to and fro, On the edge of the sea
DreamyKatherine Mansfield

Night-Scented Stock

White, white in the milky night The moon danced over a tree. “Wouldn’t it be lovely to swim in the lake!” Someone whispered to me. “Oh, do--do--do!” cooed someone else, And clasped her hands to her chin. “I should so love to see the white bodies-- All the white bodies jump in!” The big dark house hid secretly Behind the magnolia and the spreading pear-tree, But there was a sound of music--music rippled and ran Like a lady laughing behind her fan, Laughing and mocking and running away ... “Come into the garden--it’s as light as day!” “I can’t dance to that Hungarian stuff, The rhythm in it is not passionate enough,”

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