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Poem by Katherine Mansfield


The Storm


I Ran to the forest for shelter,
Breathless, half sobbing;
I put my arms round a tree,
Pillowed my head against the rough bark.
"Protect me," I said. "I am a lost child."
But the tree showered silver drops on my face and hair.
A wind sprang up from the ends of the earth;
It lashed the forest together.
A huge green wave thundered and burst over my head.
I prayed, implored, "Please take care of me!"
But the wind pulled at my cloak and the rain beat upon me.
Little rivers tore up the ground and swamped the bushes.
A frenzy possessed the earth: I felt that the earth was drowning
In a bubbling cavern of space. I alone--
Smaller than the smallest fly--was alive and terrified.
Then for what reason I know not, I became trium-phant
"Well, kill me!" I cried and ran out into the open.
But the storm ceased: the sun spread his wings
And floated serene in the silver pool of the sky.
I put my hands over my face: I was blushing.
And the trees swung together and delicately laughed.



Katherine Mansfield


Katherine Mansfield's other poems:
  1. Deaf House Agent
  2. Song of Karen, the Dancing Child
  3. Evening Song of the Thoughtful Child
  4. Across the Red Sky
  5. Sea


Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • George Herbert The Storm ("If as the winds and waters here below")
  • Henry Vaughan The Storm ("I see the use : and know my blood")
  • Coventry Patmore The Storm ("Within the pale blue haze above")
  • Robert Hawker The Storm ("WAR mid the ocean and the land!")
  • Letitia Landon The Storm ("There was a vessel combating the waves")

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