Sea garden
Hilda (Doolittle) Aldington


You stand rigid and mighty—
granite and the ore in rocks;
a great band clasps your forehead
and its heavy twists of gold.
You are white—a limb of cypress
bent under a weight of snow.
You are splendid,
your arms are fire;
you have entered the hill-straits-—
a sea treads upon the hill-slopes.
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