September 24, 2008

Hump Day Poetry: H.D.

Posted in Poetry at 3:53 pm by The Lizard Queen

At Baia

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),
“I send you this,
who left the blue veins
of your throat unkissed.”

Why was it that your hands
(that never took mine),
your hands that I could see
drift over the orchid-heads
so carefully,
your hands, so fragile, sure to lift
so gently, the fragile flower-stuff—
ah, ah, how was it

You never sent (in a dream)
the very form, the very scent,
not heavy, not sensuous,
but perilous–perilous–
of orchids, piled in a great sheath,
and folded underneath on a bright scroll,
some word:

“Flower sent to flower;
for white hands, the lesser white,
less lovely of flower-leaf,”

or

“Lover to lover, no kiss,
no touch, but forever and ever this.”

—H.D., 1912

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1 Comment »

  1. gye nyame said,

    that is
    without exception
    the most beautiful thing I have read all week


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