Katherine Mansfield

(14 October 1888 – 9 January 1923 / Wellington)

Katherine Mansfield Poems

41. Sleeping Together 12/31/2002
42. To God The Father 12/31/2002
43. Jangling Memory 12/31/2002
44. Covering Wings 12/31/2002
45. A Joyful Song Of Five 12/31/2002
46. Deaf House Agent 12/31/2002
47. Fairy Tale (2) 12/31/2002
48. In The Rangitaki Valley 12/31/2002
49. Evening Song Of The Thoughtful Child 12/31/2002
50. A Fine Day 12/31/2002
51. On A Young Lady's Sixth Anniversary 12/31/2002
52. Winter Song 12/31/2002
53. A Few Rules For Beginners 12/31/2002
54. A Day In Bed 12/31/2002
55. Loneliness 12/31/2002
56. A Little Girl's Prayer 12/31/2002
57. Firelight 12/31/2002
58. Grown-Up Talk 1/3/2003
59. Across The Red Sky 12/31/2002
60. Camomile Tea 12/31/2002
61. Countrywomen 12/31/2002
62. Autumn Song 12/31/2002
63. Fairy Tale 12/31/2002
64. Butterfly Laughter 12/31/2002
65. A Little Boy's Dream 12/31/2002

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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 ...

Read the full of A Little Boy's Dream

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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