The Wind Sleepers

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Title:     The Wind Sleepers
Author: H. D. [More Titles by D.]

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.

[The end]
(Hilda Doolittle) H. D.'s poem: Wind Sleepers

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