H. D. White Poems
- 1. Song
You are as gold
as the half-ripe grain
that merges to gold again,
as white as the white rain
... - 2. Pear Tree
Silver dust
lifted from the earth,
higher than my arms reach,
you have mounted,
... - 3. Let Zeus
I
I say, I am quite done,
quite done with this;
... - 4. Helen
All Greece hates
the still eyes in the white face,
the lustre of the olives
where she stands,
... - 5. Cassandra
O Hymen king.
Hymen, O Hymen king,
what bitter thing is this?
... - 6. At Baia
I should have thought
in a dream you would have brought
some lovely, perilous thing,
orchids piled in a great sheath,
...
