قصيدة The Meeting by Katherine Mansfield
,We started speaking .Looked at each other, then turned away .The tears kept rising to my eyes .But I could not weep
,We started speaking .Looked at each other, then turned away .The tears kept rising to my eyes .But I could not weep
After so long an absence :At last we meet again ,Does the meeting give us pleasure –?Or does it give us pain