#Americans #Imagist #Women
All Greece hates the still eyes in the white face, the lustre as of olives where she stands, and the white hands.
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 wind, rend open the heat, cut apart the heat, rend it to tatters. Fruit cannot drop through this thick air—
Wash of cold river in a glacial land, Ionian water, chill, snow—ribbed sand, drift of rare flowers,
Crash on crash of the sea, straining to wreck men; sea—boards… raging against the world, furious, stay at last, for against your fur… and your mad fight,
You are clear O rose, cut in rock, hard as the descent of hail. I could scrape the colour from the petals
Rose, harsh rose, marred and with stint of petals, meagre flower, thin, sparse of leaf, more precious
Bear me to Dictaeus, and to the steep slopes; to the river Erymanthus. I choose spray of dittany, cyperum, frail of flower,
Weed, moss—weed, root tangled in sand, sea—iris, brittle flower, one petal like a shell is broken,
Thou art come at length More beautiful Than any cool god In a chamber under Lycia’s far coast,
Silver dust lifted from the earth, higher than my arms reach, you have mounted. O silver,
The mysteries remain, I keep the same cycle of seed—time and of sun and rain; Demeter in the grass,
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…
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…
White, O white face— from disenchanted days wither alike dark rose and fiery bays: no gift within our hands,
