Poem by Katherine Mansfield

Firelight

Playing in the fire and twilight together,
My little son and I,
Suddenly--woefully--I stoop to catch him.
”Try, mother, try!”

Old Nurse Silence lifts a silent finger:
”Hush! cease your play!”
What happened? What in that tiny moment
Flew away?

1. Grown-Up Talk
2. Now I Am a Plant, a Weed
3. To L. H. B. (1894-1915)
4. The Secret
5. Little Brother’s Secret

Edwin Robinson Firelight ("Ten years together without yet a cloud")

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