Sea Lily by H. D.

[dragonyphoenix]

Reed,

slashed and torn
but doubly rich—
such great heads as yours
drift upon temple-steps,
but you are shattered
in the wind.

Myrtle-bark
is flecked from you,
scales are dashed
from your stem,
sand cuts your petal,
furrows it with hard edge,
like flint
on a bright stone.

Yet though the whole wind
slash at your bark,
you are lifted up,
aye—though it hiss
to cover you with froth.

Comments

[snogged.livejournal.com]

Pretty.

[dragonyphoenix.livejournal.com]

Ah, yes. I looked up a poem a day and found that there. I'd heard of H. D. before but had never read any of her poems.