"this was his anger,- H.D., from Helen in Egypt, 1961
they were mine, not his,
the unnumbered host;
mine, all the ships,
mine, all the thousand petals of the rose,
mine, all the lily-petals,
mine, the great spread of wings,
the thousand sails,
the thousand feathered darts
that sped them home,
mine, the one dart in the Achilles-heel,
the thousand-and-one, mine."
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Mine
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2 comments:
Just so you know, my sister Jacki loves your poetry and the way you read it, especially your greek poems (she's a total classics nerd). If you have another reading, I know she'd like to come along and hear it. :)
PS - I like your poetry too!
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