EPIGRAMS
A GIRL
You were that clear Sicilian fluting
That pains our thought even now.
A GIRL
You were that clear Sicilian fluting
That pains our thought even now.
Imagists
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CATULLUS.
You were my playmate by the sea.
We swam together.
Your girl's body had no breasts.
We found prawns among the rocks;
We liked to feel the sun and to do nothing;
In the evening we played games with the others.
It made me glad to be by you.
Sometimes I kissed you,
And you were always glad to kiss me;
But I was afraid--I was only fourteen.
And I had quite forgotten you,
You and your name.
To-day I pass through the streets.
She who touches my arm and talks with me
Is--who knows? --Helen of Sparta,
Dryope, Laodamia. . . .
And there are you
A whore in Oxford Street.
EPIGRAMS
A GIRL
You were that clear Sicilian fluting
That pains our thought even now.
You were the notes
Of cold fantastic grief
Some few found beautiful.
NEW LOVE
She has new leaves
After her dead flowers,
Like the little almond-tree
Which the frost hurt.
OCTOBER
The beech-leaves are silver
For lack of the tree's blood.
At your kiss my lips
Become like the autumn beech-leaves.
THE FAUN SEES SNOW FOR THE FIRST TIME
Zeus,
Brazen-thunder-hurler,
Cloud-whirler, son-of-Kronos,
Send vengeance on these Oreads
Who strew
White frozen flecks of mist and cloud
Over the brown trees and the tufted grass
Of the meadows, where the stream
Runs black through shining banks
Of bluish white.
Zeus,
Are the halls of heaven broken up
That you flake down upon me
Feather-strips of marble?
Dis and Styx!
When I stamp my hoof
The frozen-cloud-specks jam into the cleft
So that I reel upon two slippery points. . . .
Fool, to stand here cursing
When I might be running!
LEMURES
In Nineveh
And beyond Nineveh
In the dusk
They were afraid.
In Thebes of Egypt
In the dusk
They chanted of them to the dead.
In my Lesbos and Achaia
Where the God dwelt
We knew them.
CATULLUS.
You were my playmate by the sea.
We swam together.
Your girl's body had no breasts.
We found prawns among the rocks;
We liked to feel the sun and to do nothing;
In the evening we played games with the others.
It made me glad to be by you.
Sometimes I kissed you,
And you were always glad to kiss me;
But I was afraid--I was only fourteen.
And I had quite forgotten you,
You and your name.
To-day I pass through the streets.
She who touches my arm and talks with me
Is--who knows? --Helen of Sparta,
Dryope, Laodamia. . . .
And there are you
A whore in Oxford Street.
EPIGRAMS
A GIRL
You were that clear Sicilian fluting
That pains our thought even now.
You were the notes
Of cold fantastic grief
Some few found beautiful.
NEW LOVE
She has new leaves
After her dead flowers,
Like the little almond-tree
Which the frost hurt.
OCTOBER
The beech-leaves are silver
For lack of the tree's blood.
At your kiss my lips
Become like the autumn beech-leaves.
THE FAUN SEES SNOW FOR THE FIRST TIME
Zeus,
Brazen-thunder-hurler,
Cloud-whirler, son-of-Kronos,
Send vengeance on these Oreads
Who strew
White frozen flecks of mist and cloud
Over the brown trees and the tufted grass
Of the meadows, where the stream
Runs black through shining banks
Of bluish white.
Zeus,
Are the halls of heaven broken up
That you flake down upon me
Feather-strips of marble?
Dis and Styx!
When I stamp my hoof
The frozen-cloud-specks jam into the cleft
So that I reel upon two slippery points. . . .
Fool, to stand here cursing
When I might be running!
LEMURES
In Nineveh
And beyond Nineveh
In the dusk
They were afraid.
In Thebes of Egypt
In the dusk
They chanted of them to the dead.
In my Lesbos and Achaia
Where the God dwelt
We knew them.
