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This poem creates a clear sense of imagery. With the descriptive words she uses you can almost see what she is describing. A lot of H.D.'s poems reflect her as a woman and the way she feels. This poem is one that does just that. The woman in her time were not recognized and were often spoken for by men. Even H.D. experienced this when Ezra Pound submitted her poems to the Poetry magazine. This poem describes the anguish she feels.

The light beats upon me.
I am startled--
a split leaf crackles on the paved floor--
I am anguished--defeated.

A slight wind shakes the seed-pods--
my thoughts are spent
as the black seeds.
My thoughts tear me,
I dread their fever.
I am scattered in its whirl.
I am scattered like
the hot shrivelled seeds.

The shriveled seeds
are split on the path--
the grass bends with dust,
the grape slips
under its cracked leaf:
yet far beyond the spent seed-pods,
and the blackened stalks of mint,
the poplar is bright on the hill,
the poplar spreads out,
deep-rooted among trees.

O poplar, you are great
among the hill-stones,
while I perish on the path
among the crevices of the rocks.

Jennifer Lynne Pyzik jlc@cichone.com
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