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Katherine Mansfieldová: Loneliness (Poems 1911-13) - sonet slavné modernistky

12. května 2010 v 2:04 | Katherine Mansfieldová |  Sonety
Now it is Loneliness who comes at night 
Instead of Sleep, to sit beside my bed. 
Like a tired child I lie and wait her tread, 
I watch her softly blowing out the light. 
Motionless sitting, neither left nor right 
She turns, and weary, weary droops her head. 
She, too, is old; she, too, has fought the fight. 
So, with the laurel she is garlanded. 

Through the sad dark the slowly ebbing tide 
Breaks on a barren shore, unsatisfied. 
A strange wind flows ... then silence. I am fain. 
To turn to Loneliness, to take her hand, 
Cling to her, waiting, till the barren land 
Fills with the dreadful monotone of rain.


In: Mansfield, Katherine, Poems By Katherine Mansfield (1930), dostupné zde.