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|title = [[Poems (Mansfield)|Poems]] | |title = [[Poems (Mansfield)|Poems]] | ||
|author = Katherine Mansfield | |author = Katherine Mansfield | ||
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Valley of waving broom, | |||
O lovely, lovely light, | |||
O hear of the world, red-gold! | |||
Breast high in the blossom I stand; | |||
It beats about me like waves | |||
Of a magical, golden sea | |||
The barren heart of the world | |||
Alive at the kiss of the sun, | |||
The yellow mantle of Summer | |||
Flung over a laughing land, | |||
Warm with the warmth of her body | |||
Sweet with the kiss of her breath | |||
O valley of waving broom, | |||
O lovely, lovely light, | |||
O mystical marriage of Earth | |||
With the passionate Summer sun! | |||
To her lover she holds a cup | |||
And the yellow wine o'erflows. | |||
He has lighted a little torch | |||
And the whole of the world is ablaze. | |||
Prodigal wealth of love! | |||
Breast high in the blossom I stand. | |||
</poem> | </poem> | ||
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| Poems ~ In the Rangitaki Valley written by Katherine Mansfield |
| 1923. | Link to further information |
Valley of waving broom,
O lovely, lovely light,
O hear of the world, red-gold!
Breast high in the blossom I stand;
It beats about me like waves
Of a magical, golden sea
The barren heart of the world
Alive at the kiss of the sun,
The yellow mantle of Summer
Flung over a laughing land,
Warm with the warmth of her body
Sweet with the kiss of her breath
O valley of waving broom,
O lovely, lovely light,
O mystical marriage of Earth
With the passionate Summer sun!
To her lover she holds a cup
And the yellow wine o'erflows.
He has lighted a little torch
And the whole of the world is ablaze.
Prodigal wealth of love!
Breast high in the blossom I stand.
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