Eurydice

I “lost to the deeps,” to the sea that thunders and roars, like an unshed tear, I press against the waves: “why should you drown me, so cruelly, desire is strange, when one is lost in the mist, when they sit alone, folded, sunk in your noontide crown.”

II how to grow to rediscover those shores, or am I just a flower, victoriously blooming in your desire’s shifting sands— god and river, my lover, where have you gone?” —H.D.

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