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

1. The Awakening River
2. The Family
3. The Gulf
4. A Little Boy's Dream
5. On a Young Lady’s Sixth Anniversary

Ina Coolbrith (Ина Кулбрит) Loneliness ("THE waning moon was up")

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