Произведения на английском языке

Произведения на английском языке

Hiding
I’m hiding, I’m hiding
And no one knows where;
For all they can see is my
Toes and my hair

And I just heard my father
Say to my mother –
“But, darling, he must be
Somewhere or other;

Have you looked in the inkwell?”
And Mother said, “Where?”
“In the INKWELL?”said Father. But
I was not there.

Then “Wait!” cried my mother —
“I think that I see
Him under the carpet.” But
It was not me.

“Inside the mirror’s
A pretty good place.”
Said Father and looked, but saw
Only his face.

“We’ve hunted,” sighed Mother,
“As hard as we could
And I am so afraid that we’ve
Lost him for good.”

Then I laughed out aloud
And I wiggled my toes
And Father said —”Look, dear,
I wonder if those

Toes could be Benny’s?
There are ten of them, see?”
And they WERE so surprised to find
Out it was me!

***
A dragon fly upon my knee
Is sitting looking up at me.

He has a scarlet tail and six
Little legs like jointed sticks.

With two of them he rubs his head.
His eyes are brown, his mouth is red,

His wings are colored like the rain:
He lifts them, and flies off again.

***
See, I can do it all myself
With my own little brush!
The tooth paste foams inside my mouth.
The faucet waters rush.

In and out and underneath
And round and round and round:
First I do my upstairs teeth
And then I do my down –

The part I like the best of it
Is at the end, though, when I spit.

***

A small sagacious friend of life’s
Who never liked to stir
Beyond her darling garden path,
Til death seemed friendlier.

Before she swung her little gate
Wide on eternity
She left us pledges of a heaven
She did not need to see.

***

We brought a rug for sitting on,
Our lunch was in a box.
The sand was warm. We didn’t wear
Hats or shoes or socks.

Waves came curling up the beach.
We waded. It was fun.
Our sandwiches were different kinds.
I dropped my jelly one.

***

I am the sister of him
And he is my brother
He is too little for us
To talk to each other.

So every morning I show him
My doll and my book,
But every morning he still is
Too little to look.