Sea garden
Hilda (Doolittle) Aldington

I

BEAR me to Dictaeus,
and to the steep slopes;
to the river Erymanthus.
I choose spray of dittany,
cyperum, frail of flower,
buds of myrrh,
all-healing herbs,
close pressed in calathes.
For she lies panting,
drawing sharp breaths
broken with harsh sobs,
she, Hyella,
whom no god pities.