“It’s raining, but the air is soft, smoky, warm. Big drops patter on the languid leaves, the tobacco flowers lean over. I do not want anything I could not have. Peace, solitude, time to write my books, beautiful external life to watch and ponder—no more.”
More from Katherine Mansfield
“I long to do wild, passionate things.”
“Do not think I am forgetful of you. You would not believe me if you knew how often you are…”
“…You do not know me, and when you do, you will hate me…”
“What I feel for you can’t be conveyed in phrasal combinations; It either screams out loud…”