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

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

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 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,

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

Can we believe—by an effort comfort our hearts: it is not waste all this, not placed here in disgust, street after street,

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

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…

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

Will you glimmer on the sea? Will you fling your spear—head On the shore? What note shall we pitch? We have a song,

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

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

I should have thought in a dream you would have brought some lovely, perilous thing, orchids piled in a great sheath, as who would say (in a dream),