Eros (Part VI)

I had thought myself frail,
a petal
with light equal
on leaf and under-leaf.

I had thought myself frail;
a lamp,
shell, ivory, or crust of pearl,
about to fall shattered
with flame spent.

I cried:

"I must perish,
I am deserted in the darkness,
an outcast, desperate."

Such fire rent me with Hesparus.

Then day broke.


-H.D.