| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Blue Sleep | | By W. Bryher |
| | From “Hellenics”
APHRODITE! | |
| Aphrodite of the blue sleep, the bird-black sea, | |
| I thank you that at last my body is at peace. | |
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| I toss these flowers from the flowers, your feet, | |
| From the pear buds of your ankles, | 5 |
| The white hyacinths of your limbs. | |
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| The love-hour is ended. | |
| Swallow-wings, dreams of a spiked iris, | |
| Gipsy your eyes. | |
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| The hollows under your knees are sweet with love. | 10 |
| Your knees are quince-blossoms, bent back by the rain. | |
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| Blue of your eyes, | |
| Blue of the Greek seas that has no name, | |
| Am I lifted | |
| To the porch of Aphrodite on your wings? | 15 | | | |
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