Poems by Katherine Mansfield
The Quarrel
... The very pictures on the wall--Crowded upon us as we sat ...
The Sea-Child
... And drove her away from homeIn the dark of the night she crept to the town ...
The Secret
... That the old Greek called "ripples of laughter ...
The Storm
... I alone-- Smaller than the smallest fly--was alive and terrified ...
The Town Between the Hills
... And she just saw the flash of his smoking heels ...
The Wounded Bird
... "Of course what the poor bird wants is plenty of food!" ...
There Is a Solemn Wind Tonight
... The trees that have been quiet so long ...
There was a Child Once
... I whispered: "Have you ever walked along that road ...
To God the Father
... We have had enough of your play-acting!"It is centuries since I believed in you, ...
To L. H. B. (1894-1915 )
... Bread!" I woke and heard the wind moan and the roar ...
Very Early Spring
... There are little blue lakes and flags of tenderest green ...
Villa Pauline
... Pretending we shall not know When the shutters are shut ...
Voices of the Air
... To hear and know themselves for these--For these little voices: the bee, the fly ...
Waves
... There are little shores and safe harbours, ...
When I was a Bird
... Little Brother came up the patch, wheeling his barrow ...
