H. D.

All Greece hates
the still eyes in the white face,
the lustre as of olives
where she stands,
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O wind, rend open the heat,
cut apart the heat,
rend it to tatters.
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You are as gold
as the half-ripe grain
that merges to gold again,
as white as the white rain
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Stars wheel in purple, yours is not so rare
as Hesperus, nor yet so great a star
as bright Aldeboran or Sirius,
nor yet the stained and brilliant one of War;
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Did her eyes slant in the old way?
was she Greek or Egyptian?
had some Phoenician sailor wrought her?
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I should have thought
in a dream you would have brought
some lovely, perilous thing,
orchids piled in a great sheath,
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Was Helen stronger than Achilles even 'as the arrows fell'? That could not be, but he recognised in her some power other than her legendary beauty.
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