Yet another favourite poem of mine. I know…I have too many favourite poems. But it’s because I absolutely love poetry in general, and deep down I know that I have the heart of a poet. My only problem seems to be in the writing…I just can’t seem to get down on paper what my heart is telling me to write. Maybe some day. Until then, I’ll have to live vicariously through those poets that are able to do what I can’t…savouring their passion until I am able to adequately express my own.

So, without further ado, here is Chamomile Tea :

Outside the sky is light with stars;
There’s a hollow roaring from the sea.
And, alas! for the little almond flowers,
The wind is shaking the almond tree.

How little I thought, a year ago,
In the horrible cottage upon the Lee
That he and I should be sitting so
And sipping a cup of chamomile tea.

Light as feathers the witches fly,
The horn of the moon is plain to see;
By a firefly under a jonquil flower
A goblin toasts a bumble-bee.

We might be fifty, we might be five,
So snug, so compact, so wise are we!
Under the kitchen-table leg
My knee is pressing against his knee.

Our shutters are shut, the fire is low,
The tap is dripping peacefully;
The saucepan shadows on the wall
Are black and round and plain to see.

~Katherine Mansfield