Sea garden
Hilda (Doolittle) Aldington

MID-DAY

The light beats upon me.
I am startled—
a split leaf crackles on the paved floor—
I am anquished—defeated.
A slight wind shakes the seed-pods—
my thoughts are spent
as the black seeds.
My thoughts tear me,
I dread their fever.
I am scattered in its whirl.
I am scattered like
the hot shrivelled seeds.
The shrivelled seeds
are spilt on the path—
the grass bends with dust,
the grape slips
under its crackled leaf:
yet far beyond the spent seed-pods,
and the blackened stalks of ming,
the poplar is bright on the hill,
the poplar spreads out,
deep-rooted among trees.
O poplar, you are great among the hill-stones,
while I perish on the path
among the crevices of the rocks.
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