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.

H. D.

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February 7, 2007. H.D.. Leave a comment.

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?

H. D.

February 7, 2007. H.D.. Leave a comment.

the flowering of the rod

i go where i love and where i am loved,
into the snow;

i go to the things i love
with no thought of duty or pity

H.D.

February 6, 2007. H.D.. 1 comment.