Sea Lily / H.D.

Sea Lily

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.


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H.D. (1886-1961)
from Some Imagist Poets, 1915

[Poem is in the public domain in Canada and the United States]

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