Amber husk fluted with gold, fruit on the sand marked with a rich grain, treasure

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

Hymen, O Hymen king, what bitter thing is this? what shaft, tearing my heart? what scar, what light, what fire searing my eye—balls and my eyes w…

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

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

Over and back, the long waves crawl and track the sand with foam; night darkens, and the sea takes on that desperate tone

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…

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

From citron—bower be her bed, cut from branch of tree a—flower, fashioned for her maidenhead. From Lydian apples, sweet of hue, cut the width of board and lathe,

Thou art come at length More beautiful Than any cool god In a chamber under Lycia’s far coast,

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

Whirl up, sea— whirl your pointed pines, splash your great pines on our rocks, hurl your green over us,