Katherine Mansfield (Кэтрин Мэнсфилд)

The Sea-Child

Into the world you sent her, mother,
Fashioned her body of coral and foam,
Combed a wave in her hair’s warm smother,
And drove her away from home

In the dark of the night she crept to the town
And under a doorway she laid her down,
The little blue child in the foam-fringed gown.

And never a sister and never a brother
To hear her call, to answer her cry.
Her face shone out from her hair’s warm smother
Like a moonkin up in the sky.

She sold her corals; she sold her foam;
Her rainbow heart like a singing shell
Broke in her body: she crept back home.

Peace, go back to the world, my daughter,
Daughter, go back to the darkling land;
There is nothing here but sad sea water,
And a handful of sifting sand.

1. Little Brother’s Story
2. The Man with the Wooden Leg
3. Sanary
4. Sorrowing Love
5. Voices of the Air

Eliza Cook (Элиза Кук) The Sea-Child ("HE crawls to the cliff and plays on a brink")

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