H. D. [The Green Lantern Press] |
from H. D.'s Hermetic Definition:
Hermetic Definition, Part Two: Grove of Academe
[7]
That's it, I can sit here
on my rock-throne,
not moving,
or moving with everything,
like Cassiopea on her star-chair,
moving round the pole,
moving with the whole,
part of your giant-concept
of deserts, the earth entire
with water-fronts, sea-slopes,
storm, wind and thunder-crash;
I am perfectly supple and silent,
as I steal out (still lying here)
and integrate with the fan weed,
the bubble-weed and the strings and straggle
of the long under-sea grass;
I do not compete with your vast concept,
the prick of pine-needles brings me back,
yet I am a part of it
as I am part of the spiked
or smooth or lacquered sea-grass.
Winter Love
[3]
Now there is winter-love, a winter-lover
who would take gladly — fondling the crisp leaves
with a padded paw, sheathed — glad to find
in the den, the sacred lair, no trap to entice,
no rapacious loins, and sighs, not groans —
no rain of arrows, no poisonous thrust of spears,
no thundering on the stairs,
no rasp of steel,
only Taygetus' silence,
till a drift of snow
slides from a branch,
then, silence more intense.
[11]
Helen's breasts, it was always Helen's breasts,
and the wine-cup that they wrought,
called Helen's breast;
cover my shoulder
for the wind howls louder,
outside this hunting lodge,
perched on Taygetus' cliff;
O, I was ready to leave Sparta,
a second time — O, I was ready enough
to escape — to follow you,
and we will not starve;
you say there is dried fruit
in the amphora and the wine-jars,
but I would wander in the Elysian-fields
and find the Tree for myself — for myself —
with a special low down-sweeping burdened bough,
low enough so that I could kneel
and savour the fragrance of the cleft fruit
on the branch, intoxicant;
I would be intoxicated with the scent of fruit,
O, holy apple, O, ripe ecstasy . . .
but believe me, believe me
I am grateful
that you came for me,
I am content,
besieged with memories,
like low-swarming bees.
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