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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,
I saw the first pear as it fell— the honey—seeking, golden—banded, the yellow swarm was not more fleet than I,
Rose, harsh rose, marred and with stint of petals, meagre flower, thin, sparse of leaf, more precious
Thou art come at length More beautiful Than any cool god In a chamber under Lycia’s far coast,
Weed, moss—weed, root tangled in sand, sea—iris, brittle flower, one petal like a shell is broken,
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…
I have had enough. I gasp for breath. Every way ends, every road, every foot-path leads at last to the hill-crest—
The mysteries remain, I keep the same cycle of seed—time and of sun and rain; Demeter in the grass,
Each of us like you has died once, has passed through drift of wood—l… cracked and bent and tortured and unbent
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…
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,
Are you alive? I touch you. You quiver like a sea—fish. I cover you with my net. What are you —banded one?
Over and back, the long waves crawl and track the sand with foam; night darkens, and the sea takes on that desperate tone
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…
Can we believe—by an effort comfort our hearts: it is not waste all this, not placed here in disgust, street after street,