Bear me to Dictaeus, and to the steep slopes; to the river Erymanthus. I choose spray of dittany, cyperum, frail of flower,

Can we believe—by an effort comfort our hearts: it is not waste all this, not placed here in disgust, street after street,

Stars wheel in purple, yours is no… as Hesperus, nor yet so great a st… as bright Aldeboran or Sirius, nor yet the stained and brilliant… stars turn in purple, glorious to…

O be swift— we have always known you wanted us… We fled inland with our flocks. we pastured them in hollows, cut off from the wind

I first tasted under Apollo’s lip… love and love sweetness, I, Evadne; my hair is made of crisp violets or hyacinth which the wind combs b…

I saw the first pear as it fell— the honey—seeking, golden—banded, the yellow swarm was not more fleet than I,

The mysteries remain, I keep the same cycle of seed—time and of sun and rain; Demeter in the grass,

I should have thought in a dream you would have brought some lovely, perilous thing, orchids piled in a great sheath, as who would say (in a dream),

Each of us like you has died once, has passed through drift of wood—l… cracked and bent and tortured and unbent

Are you alive? I touch you. You quiver like a sea—fish. I cover you with my net. What are you —banded one?

Weed, moss—weed, root tangled in sand, sea—iris, brittle flower, one petal like a shell is broken,