English Poetry. Katherine Mansfield. When I was a Bird. Кэтрин Мэнсфилд.

Katherine Mansfield (Кэтрин Мэнсфилд)

When I was a Bird

I climbed up the karaka tree
Into a nest all made of leaves
But soft as feathers.
I made up a song that went on singing all by itself
And hadn’t any words, but got sad at the end.
There were daisies in the grass under the tree.
I said just to try them:
”I’ll bite off your heads and give them to my little children to eat.”
But they didn’t believe I was a bird;
They stayed quite open.
The sky was like a blue nest with white feathers
And the sun was the mother bird keeping it warm.
That’s what my song said: though it hadn’t any words.
Little Brother came up the patch, wheeling his barrow.
I made my dress into wings and kept very quiet.
Then when he was quite near I said: ”Sweet, sweet!”
For a moment he looked quite startled;
Then he said: ”Pooh, you’re not a bird; I can see
your legs.”
But the daisies didn’t really matter,
And Little Brother didn’t really matter;
I felt just like a bird.

Katherine Mansfield’s other poems:

1. A Joyful Song Of Five
2. The Town Between the Hills
3. A Little Boy’s Dream
4. A Fine Day
5. A Little Girl’s Prayer

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