One Flower May Slay The Winter And

...if You Do Not Even Understand What Words Say, How Can You Expect To Pass Judgement On What Words Conceal?

O Do Not Weep, She Says, For Ages Past I Was And I Endure

Maid Of The Luminous Grey-eyes, Mistress Of Honey And Marble Implacable White Thighs And Goddess, Chaste Daughter Of Zeus.

I Had Drawn Away Into The Salt, Myself, A Shell Emptied Of Life.

Ardent Yet Chill And Formal, How I Ache To Tempt A Chisel As A Sculptor.