H. D. Poems
- Helen All Greece hates the still eyes in the white ...
- Song You are as gold as the half-ripe grain that merges ...
- Stars Wheel In Purple Stars wheel in purple, yours is not so ...
- Heat O wind, rend open the heat, cut apart the heat, rend ...
- From Helen In Egypt: Eidolon, ...
- At Baia I should have thought in a dream you would have ...
- Eideolon, Book 3, Section 7 Was Helen stronger than Achilles...
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All Greece hates
the still eyes in the white face,
the lustre as of olives
where she stands,
and the white hands.
All Greece reviles
the wan face when she smiles,
hating it deeper still
when it grows wan and white,
remembering past enchantments
and past ills.
Greece sees, unmoved,
God's daughter, born of love,
the beauty of cool feet
and slenderest knees,
could love indeed the maid,
only if she were laid,
white ash amid funereal cypresses.