| To H.D. (1915) by |
| from Poetry, January 1915 |
To H.D.[]
H.D. (1886-1961). Courtesy Hilda Doolittle wiki.
You were all loveliness to me —
Sea-mist, the spring,
The blossoming of trees,
The wind,
Giver-of-Dreams.
Then —
A wistful silence guarded you about,
As in the spring
Iris and anemone are guarded.
And like a flame
Your beauty burned and wrought me
Into a bell,
Whose single note
Was echo of your silence.
Now —
You sing.
And I, muted,
Yet vibrate throughout,
Stirred by your hymn’s immemorial burden;
“Spare us from loveliness!”
This poem is in the public domain