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Written by Katherine Mansfield | |

Camomile Tea

Outside the sky is light with stars; 
There's a hollow roaring from the sea.
And, alas! for the little almond flowers, The wind is shaking the almond tree.
How little I thought, a year ago, In the horrible cottage upon the Lee That he and I should be sitting so And sipping a cup of camomile tea.
Light as feathers the witches fly, The horn of the moon is plain to see; By a firefly under a jonquil flower A goblin toasts a bumble-bee.
We might be fifty, we might be five, So snug, so compact, so wise are we! Under the kitchen-table leg My knee is pressing against his knee.
Our shutters are shut, the fire is low, The tap is dripping peacefully; The saucepan shadows on the wall Are black and round and plain to see.


Written by Katherine Mansfield | |

A Day in Bed

 I wish I had not got a cold,
The wind is big and wild,
I wish that I was very old,
Not just a little child.
Somehow the day is very long Just keeping here, alone; I do not like the big wind's song, He's growling for a bone He's like an awful dog we had Who used to creep around And snatch at things--he was so bad, With just that horrid sound.
I'm sitting up and nurse has made Me wear a woolly shawl; I wish I was not so afraid; It's horrid to be small.
It really feels quite like a day Since I have had my tea; P'raps everybody's gone away And just forgotten me.
And oh! I cannot go to sleep Although I am in bed.
The wind keeps going creepy-creep And waiting to be fed.


Written by Katherine Mansfield | |

A New Hymn

 Sing a song of men's pyjamas,
Half-past-six has got a pair,
And he's wearing them this evening,
And he's looking such a dear.
Sing a song of frocks with pockets I have got one, it is so's I can use my `nitial hankies Every time I blow my nose.


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Written by Katherine Mansfield | |

Across The Red Sky

 Across the red sky two birds flying,
Flying with drooping wings.
Silent and solitary their ominous flight.
All day the triumphant sun with yellow banners Warred and warred with the earth, and when she yielded Stabbed her heart, gathered her blood in a chalice, Spilling it over the evening sky.
When the dark plumaged birds go flying, flying, Quiet lies the earth wrapt in her mournful shadow, Her sightless eyes turned to the red sky And the restlessly seeking birds.


Written by Katherine Mansfield | |

A Few Rules for Beginners

 Babies must not eat the coal
And they must not make grimaces,
Nor in party dresses roll
And must never black their faces.
They must learn that pointing's rude, They must sit quite still at table, And must always eat the food Put before them--if they're able.
If they fall, they must not cry, Though it's known how painful this is; No--there's always Mother by Who will comfort them with kisses.


Written by Katherine Mansfield | |

Butterfly Laughter

 In the middle of our porridge plates
There was a blue butterfly painted
And each morning we tried who should reach the
butterfly first.
Then the Grandmother said: "Do not eat the poor butterfly.
" 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.


Written by Katherine Mansfield | |

A Fine Day

 After all the rain, the sun
Shines on hill and grassy mead;
Fly into the garden, child,
You are very glad indeed.
For the days have been so dull, Oh, so special dark and drear, That you told me, "Mr.
Sun Has forgotten we live here.
" Dew upon the lily lawn, Dew upon the garden beds; Daintly from all the leaves Pop the little primrose heads.
And the violets in the copse With their parasols of green Take a little peek at you; They're the bluest you have seen.
On the lilac tree a bird Singing first a little not, Then a burst of happy song Bubbles in his lifted throat.
O the sun, the comfy sun! This the song that you must sing, "Thank you for the birds, the flowers, Thank you, sun, for everything.
"


Written by Katherine Mansfield | |

A Joyful Song Of Five

 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 hid 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";

And every game we ever played.
And then--to stay alive-- Let's end with lots of Birthday Cake Because to-day you're five.


Written by Katherine Mansfield | |

A Little Boys 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 the fishes in the sea.
But they swim away from me Far away, far away From my home and from my play.
Then he cried "O Mother dear.
" And he woke and sat upright, They were in the rocking chair, Mother's arms around him--tight.


Written by Katherine Mansfield | |

A Little Girls Prayer

 Grant me the moment, the lovely moment
That I may lean forth to see
The other buds, the other blooms,
The other leaves on the tree:

That I may take into my bosom
The breeze that is like his brother,
But stiller, lighter, whose faint laughter
Exhoes the joy of the other.
Above on the blue and white cloud-spaces There are small clouds at play.
I watch their remote, mysterious play-time In the other far-away.
Grant I may hear the small birds singing the song that the silence knows.
.
.
(The Light and the Shadow whisper together, The lovely moment grows, Ripples into the air like water Away and away without sound, And the little girl gets up from her praying On the cold ground)


Written by Katherine Mansfield | |

Countrywomen

 These be two
Countrywomen.
What a size! Grand big arms And round red faces; Big substantial Sit-down-places; Great big bosoms firm as cheese Bursting through their country jackets; Wide big laps And sturdy knees; Hands outspread, Round and rosy, Hands to hold A country posy Or a baby or a lamb-- And such eyes! Stupid, shifty, small and sly Peeping through a slit of sty, Squinting through their neighbours' plackets.


Written by Katherine Mansfield | |

Covering Wings

Love! Love! Your tenderness, Your beautiful, watchful ways Grasp me, fold me, cover me; I lie in a kind of daze, Neither asleep nor yet awake, Neither a bud nor flower.
Brings to-morrow Joy or sorrow, The black or the golden hour? Love! Love! You pity me so! Chide me, scold me--cry, "Submit--submit! You must not fight!" What may I do, then? Die? But, oh my horror of quiet beds! How can I longer stay! "One to be ready, Two to be steady, Three to be off and away!" Darling heart--your gravity! Your sorrowful, mournful gaze-- "Two bleached roads lie under the moon, At the parting of the ways.
" But the tiny, tree-thatched, narrow lane, Isn't it yours and mine? The blue-bells ring Hey, ding-a-ding, ding! And buds are thick on the vine.
Love! Love! Grief of my heart! As a tree droops over a stream You hush me, lull me, dark me, The shadow hiding the gleam.
Your drooping and tragical boughs of grace Are heavy as though with rain.
Run! Run! Into the sun! Let us be children again.


Written by Katherine Mansfield | |

Deaf House Agent

 That deaf old man
With his hand to his ear--
His hand to hi head stood out like a shell,
Horny and hollow.
He said, "I can't hear," He muttered, "Don't shout, I can hear very well!" He mumbled, "I can't catch a word; I can't follow.
" Then Jack with a voice like a Protestant bell Roared--"Particulars! Farmhouse! At 10 quid a year!" "I dunno wot place you are talking about.
" Said the deaf old man.
Said Jack, "What the Hell!" But the deaf old man took a pin from his desk, picked a piece of wool the size of a hen's egg from his ear, had a good look at it, decided in its favour and re- placed it in the aforementioned organ.


Written by Katherine Mansfield | |

Grown-Up Talk

 Half-Past-Six and I were talking
In a very grown-up way;
We had got so tired with running
That we did not want to play.
"How do babies come, I wonder," He said, looking at the sky, "Does God mix the things together An' just make it-like a pie?" I was really not quite certain, But it sounded very nice; It was all that we could think of, Besides a book said "sugar and spice.
" Half-Past-Six said--He's so clever-- Cleverer than me, I mean.
.
.
"I suppose God makes the black ones When the saucepan isn't clean.
"


Written by Katherine 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.
And to-night, dears, do you see, They are having such a race With their father moon--the tree Almost hides his funny face.
Shadow children, once at night, I was all tucked up in bed, Father moon came--such a fright-- Through the window poked his head; I could see his staring eyes, O, my dears, I was afraid, That was not a nice surprise, And the dreadful noise I made! Let us make a fairy ring, Shadow children, hand in hand, And our songs quite softly sing That we learned in fairyland.
Shadow children, hin and small, See, the day is far behind; And I kiss you--on the wall-- On the curtains--on the blind.