A Poem

The Meeting

We started speaking,
Looked at each other, then turned away.
The tears kept rising to my eyes,
But I could not weep.
I wanted to take your hand
But my hand trembled.
You kept counting the days
Before we should meet again.
But both of us felt in our hearts
That we parted for ever and ever.
The ticking of the little clock filled the quiet room.
“Listen, “ I said. “It is so loud,
Like a horse galloping on a lonely road,
As loud as a horse galloping past in the night.”
You shut me up in your arms.
But the sound of the clock stifled our hearts’ beating.
You said, “I cannot go: all that is living of me 
Is here for ever and ever.”
Then you went
The world changed. The sound of the clock grew faintest.
Dwindled away, became a minute thing.
I whispered in the darkness. “If it stops, I shall die.”

Katherine Mansfield

キャサリン・マンスフィールド(1888-1923)はニュージーランドの裕福な家庭に生まれ、のちに英国に渡り、数々の経験を積み、それとニュージーランドの想いでをもとに短編を書きました。Garden Party やBliss, At the Bayのような素晴らしい作品を残しましたが、肺結核のためわずか34歳で没しました。

Katherine Mansfield was born to a wealthy family in New Zealand. Then she went to England, and experienced many ups and downs there. Based upon them and recollections of New Zealand she wrote many wonderful short stories, such as Garden Party, Bliss, At the Bay. Unfortunately, she died in France at the age of only 34. because of pneumonia.Image

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