The Wind Sleepers
Whiter
than the crust
left by the tide,
we are stung by the hurled sand
and the broken shells.
We no longer sleep
in the wind —
we awoke and fled
through the city gate.
Tear —
tear us an altar,
tug at the cliff-boulders,
pile them with the rough stones —
we no longer
sleep in the wind,
propitiate us.
Chant in a wail
that never halts,
pace a circle and pay tribute
with a song.
When the roar of a dropped wave
breaks into it,
pour meted words
of sea-hawks and gulls
and sea-birds that cry
discords.
~~
H.D. (1886-1961)
from Sea Garden, 1916
[Poem is in the public domain in Canada and the United States]
H.D. biography
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