H. D.

(1886 - 1961 / Pennsylvania / United States)

From Helen In Egypt: Eidolon, Book 3: #4 - Poem by H. D.

Did her eyes slant in the old way?
was she Greek or Egyptian?
had some Phoenician sailor wrought her?

was she oak-wood or cedar?
had she been cut from an awkward block
of ship-wood at the ship-builders,

and afterwards riveted there,
or had the prow itself been shaped
to her mermaid body,

curved to her mermaid hair?
was there a dash of paint
in the beginning, in the garment-fold,

did the blue afterwards wear away?
did they re-touch her arms, her shoulders?
did anyone touch her ever?

Had she other zealot and lover,
or did he alone worship her?
did she wear a girdle of sea-weed

or a painted crown?how often
did her high breasts meet the spray,
how often dive down?

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 20, 2003

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