A given poem from Katherine Mansfield
You wrote the table
was laid
for two
but nobody came
so you dined opposite
a white napkin.
It’s called giving yourself
to life.
Through the window
a quiet branch
has the evening
to itself
also.
A given poem from Katherine Mansfield
You wrote the table
was laid
for two
but nobody came
so you dined opposite
a white napkin.
It’s called giving yourself
to life.
Through the window
a quiet branch
has the evening
to itself
also.