Poem by Katherine Mansfield

The Gulf

A Gulf of silence separates us from each other.
I stand at one side of the gulf, you at the other.
I cannot see you or hear you, yet know that you are there.
Often I call you by your childish name
And pretend that the echo to my crying is your voice.
How can we bridge the gulf? Never by speech or touch.
Once I thought we might fill it quite up with tears.
Now I want to shatter it with our laughter.

1. Sorrowing Love
2. In the Rangitaki Valley
3. Sea
4. A Fine Day
5. A Little Girl’s Prayer

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