Katherine Mansfield

(14 October 1888 – 9 January 1923 / Wellington)

Katherine Mansfield Poems

1. Sanary 12/31/2002
2. The Quarrel 12/31/2002
3. The Sea-Child 1/3/2003
4. Sea Song 12/31/2002
5. The Opal Dream Cave 12/31/2002
6. The Arabian Shawl 12/31/2002
7. The Gulf 12/31/2002
8. Villa Pauline 12/31/2002
9. Night-Scented Stock 1/3/2003
10. Secret Flowers 4/2/2010
11. The Town Between The Hills 12/31/2002
12. The Awakening River 12/31/2002
13. To L. H. B. (1894-1915 ) 12/31/2002
14. The Candle 12/31/2002
15. The Wounded Bird 12/31/2002
16. Song Of The Little White Girl 12/31/2002
17. There Is A Solemn Wind Tonight 1/3/2003
18. Sea 12/31/2002
19. Song Of Karen, The Dancing Child 12/31/2002
20. The Storm 12/31/2002
21. Spring Wind In London 12/31/2002
22. Opposites 12/31/2002
23. The Family 12/31/2002
24. Waves 12/31/2002
25. The Pillar Box 12/31/2002
26. Out In The Garden 12/31/2002
27. The Man With The Wooden Leg 12/31/2002
28. The Black Monkey 12/31/2002
29. When I Was A Bird 12/31/2002
30. The Earth-Child In The Grass 12/31/2002
31. Song By The Window Before Bed 12/31/2002
32. To God The Father 12/31/2002
33. The Secret 12/31/2002
34. There Was A Child Once 12/31/2002
35. Stars 12/31/2002
36. A New Hymn 12/31/2002
37. Very Early Spring 12/31/2002
38. Voices Of The Air 12/31/2002
39. Sorrowing Love 12/31/2002
40. Now I Am A Plant, A Weed... 12/31/2002
Best Poem of Katherine 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 cdaptured them all right.
Sea and sky, sea and sky,
Quietly on the deck I lie--

Far away, far away
From my home and from my play,
On a journey without end
Only with the sea for friend
And ...

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To L. H. B. (1894-1915 )

Last night for the first time since you were dead
I walked with you, my brother, in a dream.
We were at home again beside the stream
Fringed with tall berry bushes, white and red.
"Don't touch them: they are poisonous," I said.
But your hand hovered, and I saw a beam
Of strange, bright laughter flying round your head
And as you stooped I saw the berries gleam.
"Don't you remember? We called them Dead Man's

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