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Read Ebook: Some Imagist Poets: An Anthology by Aldington Richard Fletcher John Gould Flint F S Frank Stewart H D Hilda Doolittle Lawrence D H David Herbert Lowell Amy
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To-day I pass through the streets. She who touches my arm and talks with me Is--who knows?--Helen of Sparta, Dryope, Laodamia....
And there are you A whore in Oxford Street.
EPIGRAMS
A GIRL
You were that clear Sicilian fluting That pains our thought even now. You were the notes Of cold fantastic grief Some few found beautiful.
NEW LOVE
She has new leaves After her dead flowers, Like the little almond-tree Which the frost hurt.
OCTOBER
The beech-leaves are silver For lack of the tree's blood.
At your kiss my lips Become like the autumn beech-leaves.
THE FAUN SEES SNOW FOR THE FIRST TIME
Zeus, Brazen-thunder-hurler, Cloud-whirler, son-of-Kronos, Send vengeance on these Oreads Who strew White frozen flecks of mist and cloud Over the brown trees and the tufted grass Of the meadows, where the stream Runs black through shining banks Of bluish white.
Zeus, Are the halls of heaven broken up That you flake down upon me Feather-strips of marble?
Dis and Styx! When I stamp my hoof The frozen-cloud-specks jam into the cleft So that I reel upon two slippery points....
Fool, to stand here cursing When I might be running!
LEMURES
In Nineveh And beyond Nineveh In the dusk They were afraid.
In Thebes of Egypt In the dusk They chanted of them to the dead.
In my Lesbos and Achaia Where the God dwelt We knew them.
Now men say "They are not": But in the dusk Ere the white sun comes-- A gay child that bears a white candle-- I am afraid of their rustling, Of their terrible silence, The menace of their secrecy.
H. D.
H. D.
THE POOL
Are you alive? I touch you. You quiver like a sea-fish. I cover you with my net. What are you--banded one?
THE GARDEN
You are clear, O rose, cut in rock, hard as the descent of hail.
I could scrape the colour from the petal, like spilt dye from a rock.
If I could break you I could break a tree.
If I could stir I could break a tree, I could break you.
O wind, rend open the heat, cut apart the heat, rend it sideways.
Fruit can not drop through this thick air: fruit can not fall into heat that presses up and blunts the points of pears and rounds the grapes.
Cut the heat, plough through it, turning it on either side of your path.
SEA LILY
Reed, slashed and torn, but doubly rich-- such great heads as yours drift upon temple-steps, but you are shattered in the wind.
Myrtle-bark is flecked from you, scales are dashed from your stem, sand cuts your petal, furrows it with hard edge, like flint on a bright stone.
Yet though the whole wind slash at your bark, you are lifted up, aye--though it hiss to cover you with froth.
SEA IRIS
Weed, moss-weed, root tangled in sand, sea-iris, brittle flower, one petal like a shell is broken, and you print a shadow like a thin twig.
Fortunate one, scented and stinging, rigid myrrh-bud, camphor-flower, sweet and salt--you are wind in our nostrils.
Do the murex-fishers drench you as they pass? Do your roots drag up colour from the sand? Have they slipped gold under you; rivets of gold?
Band of iris-flowers above the waves, You are painted blue, painted like a fresh prow stained among the salt weeds.
SEA ROSE
Rose, harsh rose, marred and with stint of petals, meagre flower, thin, sparse of leaf.
more precious than a wet rose, single on a stem-- you are caught in the drift.
Stunted, with small leaf, you are flung on the sands, you are lifted in the crisp sand that drives in the wind.
Can the spice-rose drip such acrid fragrance hardened in a leaf?
OREAD
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