#Americans #Imagist #Women
You are clear O rose, cut in rock, hard as the descent of hail. I could scrape the colour from the petals
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;
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…
YOU are as gold as the half—ripe grain that merges to gold again, as white as the white rain that beats through
I saw the first pear as it fell— the honey—seeking, golden—banded, the yellow swarm was not more fleet than I,
Silver dust lifted from the earth, higher than my arms reach, you have mounted. O silver,
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…
Rose, harsh rose, marred and with stint of petals, meagre flower, thin, sparse of leaf, more precious
O wind, rend open the heat, cut apart the heat, rend it to tatters. Fruit cannot drop through this thick air—
Where the slow river meets the tide, a red swan lifts red wings and darker beak, and underneath the purple down
All Greece hates the still eyes in the white face, the lustre as of olives where she stands, and the white hands.
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…
Each of us like you has died once, has passed through drift of wood—l… cracked and bent and tortured and unbent
Will you glimmer on the sea? Will you fling your spear—head On the shore? What note shall we pitch? We have a song,
