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Poem by Katherine Mansfield


To L. H. B. (1894-1915)


Last night for the first time since you were dead
I walked with you, my brother, in a dream.
We were at home again beside the stream
Fringed with tall berry bushes, white and red.
Dont touch them: they are poisonous, I said.
But your hand hovered, and I saw a beam
Of strange, bright laughter flying round your head
And as you stooped I saw the berries gleam.
Dont you remember? We called them Dead Mans
Bread!
I woke and heard the wind moan and the roar
Of the dark water tumbling on the shore.
Where--where is the path of my dream for my eager
feet?
By the remembered stream my brother stands
Waiting for me with berries in his hands...
These are my body. Sister, take and eat.



Katherine Mansfield


Katherine Mansfield's other poems:
  1. Sanary
  2. Song of Karen, the Dancing Child
  3. A New Hymn
  4. The Lonesome Child
  5. Waves


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