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Katherine Mansfield
Come, let us all sing very high
And all sing very loud
And keep on singing in the street
Until there’s quite a crowd;
And keep on singing in the house
And up and down the stairs;
Then underneath the furniture
Let’s all play Polar bears;
And crawl about with doormats on,
And growl and howl and squeak,
Then in the garden let us fly
And play at hide and seek;
And “Here we gather Nuts and May,”
“I wrote a Letter” too,
“Here we go round the Mulberry Bush,”
“The Child who lost its shoe”;
love for company’s sake
love in the cakehouse
carried them away to where Monday is
a little rope of life
that most forget they are getting
till it is too late for any plea
saved by art
which puts us into doubt
all my cake will be dough
like night returned to a wing
in fine hard boxes
how harmlessly
the old people lie
yet I believe in wine and cake
at the banquet I was jealous
of my stomach
sad rainy night—
the surgeon hands us
a cut-up cake
all-morning dispute
I break off half a cake
to poke at
Off the ship that was
at Guinea, walk
to an alehouse, a woman,
cake and the woman
of the house, two
cakes and a pot of ale,
angry at cards.
I rose early to barber
the moss of the wood,
took a house
in Drury Lane
and ate toasted cakes
which were very crisp.
this morning I eat the clock
the din the palpable hands
the cord and all
a brave cake
and after that I am still
no notice taken
of her passed out in the cake—
birthday rum
ice settling in the fields—
after our walk
we eat cake