London_Girl
Age: 124
6854 days old here
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United Kingdom, United Kingdom
Orchard
I SAW the first pear
as it fell--
the honey-seeking, golden-banded,
the yellow swarm
was not more fleet than I,
(spare us from loveliness)
and I fell prostrate
crying:
you have flayed us
with your blossoms,
spare us the beauty
of fruit-trees.
The honey-seeking
paused not,
the air thundered their song,
and I alone was prostrate.
O rough-hewn
god of the orchard,
I bring you an offering--
do you, alone unbeautiful,
son of the god,
spare us from loveliness:
these fallen hazel-nuts,
stripped late of their green sheaths,
grapes, red-purple,
their berries
dripping with wine,
pomegranates already broken,
and shrunken figs
and quinces untouched,
I bring you as offering.
H.D.
London_Girl
Age: 124
6854 days old here
Total Posts: 18948
Points: 0
Location:
United Kingdom, United Kingdom
Oread
WHIRL up, sea--
whirl your pointed pines, splash your great pines
on our rocks,
hurl your green over us,
cover us with your pools of fir.