Katherine Mansfield (Кэтрин Мэнсфилд)

Deaf House Agent

That deaf old man
With his hand to his ear--
His hand to hi head stood out like a shell,
Horny and hollow. He said, ”I can’t hear,”
He muttered, ”Don’t shout,
I can hear very well!”

He mumbled, ”I can’t catch a word;
I can’t follow.”
Then Jack with a voice like a Protestant bell
Roared--”Particulars! Farmhouse! At 10 quid a year!”
”I dunno wot place you are talking about.”
Said the deaf old man.
Said Jack, ”What the Hell!”
But the deaf old man took a pin from his desk, picked
a piece of wool the size of a hen’s egg from his ear,
had a good look at it, decided in its favour and re-
placed it in the aforementioned organ.

1. Song of the Little White Girl
2. Little Brother’s Story
3. The Awakening River
4. Voices of the Air
5. Across the Red Sky

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