Silver dust lifted from the earth, higher than my arms reach, you have mounted. O silver,

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

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…

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…

YOU are as gold as the half—ripe grain that merges to gold again, as white as the white rain that beats through

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 light passes from ridge to ridge, from flower to flower— the hepaticas, wide—spread under the light

NOR skin nor hide nor fleece Shall cover you, Nor curtain of crimson nor fine Shelter of cedar—wood be over you, Nor the fir—tree

So you have swept me back, I who could have walked with the l… above the earth, I who could have slept among the l… at last;

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