Sea Lily

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Title:     Sea Lily
Author: H. D. [More Titles by D.]

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.

[The end]
(Hilda Doolittle) H. D.'s poem: Sea Lily

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