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Whirl up, sea— whirl your pointed pines, splash your great pines on our rocks, hurl your green over us,
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…
The light passes from ridge to ridge, from flower to flower— the hepaticas, wide—spread under the light
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,
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—
Are you alive? I touch you. You quiver like a sea—fish. I cover you with my net. What are you —banded one?
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;
I saw the first pear as it fell— the honey—seeking, golden—banded, the yellow swarm was not more fleet than I,
The white violet is scented on its stalk, the sea—violet fragile as agate, lies fronting all the wind
White, O white face— from disenchanted days wither alike dark rose and fiery bays: no gift within our hands,
YOU are as gold as the half—ripe grain that merges to gold again, as white as the white rain that beats through
Rose, harsh rose, marred and with stint of petals, meagre flower, thin, sparse of leaf, more precious
Over and back, the long waves crawl and track the sand with foam; night darkens, and the sea takes on that desperate tone
Amber husk fluted with gold, fruit on the sand marked with a rich grain, treasure