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Poem by Hilda Doolittle


Centaur Song


Now that the day is done,
now that the night creeps soft
and dims the chestnut clusters
radiant spike of flower,
O sweet, till dawn
break through the branches
of our orchard-garden,
rest in this shelter
of the osier-wood and thorn.

They fall,
the apple-flowers;
nor softer grace has Aphrodite
in the heaven afar,
nor at so fair a pace
open the flower-petals
as your face bends down,
while, breath on breath,
your mouth wanders
from my mouth oer my face.

What have I left
to bring you in this place,
already sweet with violets?
(those you brought
with swathes of earliest grass,
forest and meadow balm,
flung from your giant arms
for us to rest upon.)

Fair are these petals
broken by your feet;
your horses hooves
tread softer than a deers;
your eyes, startled,
are like the deer eyes
while your heart
trembles more than the deer.

O earth, O god,
O forest, stream or river,
what shall I bring
that all the day hold back,
that Dawn remember Love
and rest upon her bed,
and Zeus, forgetful not of Danæ or Maia,

bid the stars shine forever.



Hilda Doolittle


Hilda Doolittle's other poems:
  1. Heliodora
  2. Thetis
  3. After Troy
  4. Nossis
  5. Flute Song


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