Sea garden
Hilda (Doolittle) Aldington


Shall I hurl myself from here,
shall I leap and be nearer you?
Shall I drop, beloved, beloved,
ankle against ankle?
Would you pity me, O white breast?
If I woke, would you pity me,
would our eyes meet?
Have you heard,
do you know how I climbed this rock?
My breath caught, I lurched forward—
I stumbled in the ground-myrtle.
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Have you heard, O god seated on the cliff,
how far toward the ledges of your house,
how far I had to walk?