Katherine, Katherine!

Nothing for me is more inspiring than Katherine Mansfield's writing.
Nulla mi ispira di più alla scrittura di Katherine.. le sue poesie, i rintocchi delle sue parole sono unici!



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.
Katherine Mansfield


ps: Quindi come vedete, Fanciulli dello Stivaletto, incomincio da oggi a rendere Certain Creatures un BilingualBlog.
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