Now I am a plant, a weed, <br />Bending and swinging <br />On a rocky ledge; <br />And now I am a long brown grass <br />Fluttering like flame; <br />I am a reed; <br />An old shell singing <br />For ever the same; <br />A drift of sedge; <br />A white, white stone; <br />A bone; <br />Until I pass <br />Into sand again, <br />And spin and blow <br />To and fro, to and fro, <br />On the edge of the sea <br />In the fading light-- <br /> For the light fades. <br /> <br />But if you were to come you would not say: <br />"She is not waiting here for me; <br />She has forgotten." Have we not in play <br />Disguised ourselves as weed and stones and grass <br />While the strange ships did pass <br />Gently, gravely, leaving a curl of foam <br />That uncurled softly about our island home, <br />Bubbles of foam that glittered on the stone <br />Like rainbows? Look, darling! No, they are gone. <br />And the white sails have melted into the sailing sky...<br /><br />Katherine Mansfield<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/now-i-am-a-plant-a-weed/
