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Now I am a plant, a weed, | |||
Bending and swinging | |||
On a rocky ledge; | |||
And now I am a long brown grass | |||
Fluttering like flame; | |||
I am a reed; | |||
An old shell singing | |||
For ever the same; | |||
A drift of sedge; | |||
A white, white stone; | |||
A bone; | |||
Until I pass | |||
Into sand again, | |||
And spin and blow | |||
To and fro, to and fro, | |||
On the edge of the sea | |||
In the fading light-- | |||
For the light fades. | |||
But if you were to come you would not say: | |||
"She is not waiting here for me; | |||
She has forgotten." Have we not in play | |||
Disguised ourselves as weed and stones and grass | |||
While the strange ships did pass | |||
Gently, gravely, leaving a curl of foam | |||
That uncurled softly about our island home, | |||
Bubbles of foam that glittered on the stone | |||
Like rainbows? Look, darling! No, they are gone. | |||
And the white sails have melted into the sailing sky... | |||
</poem> | </poem> | ||
Revision as of 07:58, 13 February 2008
| Poems ~ 'Now I am a Plant, a Weed...' written by Katherine Mansfield |
| 1923. | Link to further information |
Now I am a plant, a weed,
Bending and swinging
On a rocky ledge;
And now I am a long brown grass
Fluttering like flame;
I am a reed;
An old shell singing
For ever the same;
A drift of sedge;
A white, white stone;
A bone;
Until I pass
Into sand again,
And spin and blow
To and fro, to and fro,
On the edge of the sea
In the fading light--
For the light fades.
But if you were to come you would not say:
"She is not waiting here for me;
She has forgotten." Have we not in play
Disguised ourselves as weed and stones and grass
While the strange ships did pass
Gently, gravely, leaving a curl of foam
That uncurled softly about our island home,
Bubbles of foam that glittered on the stone
Like rainbows? Look, darling! No, they are gone.
And the white sails have melted into the sailing sky...
| This work is in the public domain in countries where the copyright term is the author's life plus 70 years or less. |