English Poetry. Katherine Mansfield. Loneliness. Кэтрин Мэнсфилд.

Katherine Mansfield (Кэтрин Мэнсфилд)

Loneliness

Now it is Loneliness who comes at night
Instead of Sleep, to sit beside my bed.
Like a tired child I lie and wait her tread,
I watch her softly blowing out the light.
Motionless sitting, neither left or right
She turns, and weary, weary droops her head.
She, too, is old; she, too, has fought the fight.
So, with the laurel she is garlanded.

Through the sad dark the slowly ebbing tide
Breaks on a barren shore, unsatisfied.
A strange wind flows... then silence. I am fain
To turn to Loneliness, to take her hand,
Cling to her, waiting, till the barren land
Fills with the dreadful monotone of rain

Katherine Mansfield’s other poems:

1. The Town Between the Hills
2. Song by the Window Before Bed
3. Song of the Little White Girl
4. The Arabian Shawl
5. Villa Pauline

Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

Trumbull Stickney (Трамбэлл Стикни) Loneliness (“THESE autumn gardens, russet, gray and brown”)

John Tabb (Джон Табб) Loneliness (“Dead in the desert! with the great white moon”)

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