Author: Katherine Mansfield

In an opal dream cave I found a fairy: Her wings were frailer than flower petals, Frailer far than snowflakes. […]

The further the little girl leaped and ran, The further she longed to be; The white, white fields of jonquil […]

Now’s the time when children’s noses All become as red as roses And the colour of their faces Makes me […]

“It is cold outside, you will need a coat What! this old Arabian shawl! Bind it about your head and […]

I Blow across the stagnant world, I blow across the sea, For me, the sailor’s flag unfurled, For me, the […]

I climbed up the karaka tree Into a nest all made of leaves But soft as feathers. I made up […]

Grant me the moment, the lovely moment That I may lean forth to see The other buds, the other blooms, […]

White, white in the milky night The moon danced over a tree. “Wouldn’t it be lovely to swim in the […]

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 […]

Out in the garden, Out in the windy, swinging dark, Under the trees and over the flower-beds, Over the grass […]

There was a man lived quite near us; He had a wooden leg and a goldfinch in a green cage. […]

Her little hot room looked over the bay Through a stiff palisade of glinting palms, And there she would lie […]

These be two Countrywomen. What a size! Grand big arms And round red faces; Big substantial Sit-down-places; Great big bosoms […]

There was a child once. He came to play in my garden; He was quite pale and silent. Only when […]

In the very early morning Long before Dawn time I lay down in the paddock And listened to the cold […]

Valley of waving broom, O lovely, lovely light, O hear of the world, red-gold! Breast high in the blossom I […]

Into the world you sent her, mother, Fashioned her body of coral and foam, Combed a wave in her hair’s […]

And again the flowers are come, And the light shakes, And no tiny voice is dumb, And a bud breaks […]

In the middle of our porridge plates There was a blue butterfly painted And each morning we tried who should […]

There is a solemn wind to-night That sings of solemn rain; The trees that have been quiet so long Flutter […]