Katherine Mansfield (Кэтрин Мэнсфилд)

The Opal Dream Cave

In an opal dream cave I found a fairy:
Her wings were frailer than flower petals,
Frailer far than snowflakes.
She was not frightened, but poised on my finger,
Then delicately walked into my hand.
I shut the two palms of my hands together
And held her prisoner.
I carried her out of the opal cave,
Then opened my hands.
First she became thistledown,
Then a mote in a sunbeam,
Then--nothing at all.
Empty now is my opal dream cave.

1. Little Brother’s Story
2. Song of the Little White Girl
3. The Awakening River
4. The Man with the Wooden Leg
5. Sanary

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