Katherine Mansfield Poems
|41.||When I Was A Bird||12/31/2002|
|43.||Very Early Spring||12/31/2002|
|45.||Deaf House Agent||12/31/2002|
|46.||A Joyful Song Of Five||12/31/2002|
|47.||Fairy Tale (2)||12/31/2002|
|48.||In The Rangitaki Valley||12/31/2002|
|50.||Evening Song Of The Thoughtful Child||12/31/2002|
|51.||On A Young Lady's Sixth Anniversary||12/31/2002|
|53.||A Fine Day||12/31/2002|
|55.||A Day In Bed||12/31/2002|
|57.||A Few Rules For Beginners||12/31/2002|
|58.||A Little Girl's Prayer||12/31/2002|
|62.||Across The Red Sky||12/31/2002|
|65.||A Little Boy's Dream||12/31/2002|
Comments about Katherine Mansfield
In the middle of our porridge plates
There was a blue butterfly painted
And each morning we tried who should reach the
Then the Grandmother said: "Do not eat the poor
That made us laugh.
Always she said it and always it started us laughing.
It seemed such a sweet little joke.
I was certain that one fine morning
The butterfly would fly out of our plates,
Laughing the teeniest laugh in the world,
And perch on the Grandmother's lap.
Heavens above! here's an old tie of your--
Sea-green dragons stamped on a golden ground.
Ha! Ha! Ha! What children we were in those days.
Do you love me enough to wear it now?
Have you the courage of your pristine glories?
Ha! Ha! Ha! You laugh and shrug your shoulders.
Those were the days when a new tie spelt a fortune: