Sunday Poetry: Hilda Doolittle
Stars Wheel in Purple
Stars wheel in purple, yours is not so rare
as Hesperus, nor yet so great a star
as bright Aldeboran or Sirius,
nor yet the stained and brilliant one of War;
stars turn in purple, glorious to the sight;
yours is not gracious as the Pleiads are
nor as Orion's sapphires, luminous;
yet disenchanted, cold, imperious face,
when all the others blighted, reel and fall,
your star, steel-set, keeps lone and frigid tryst
to freighted ships, baffled in wind and blast.
--H.D.
Stars wheel in purple, yours is not so rare
as Hesperus, nor yet so great a star
as bright Aldeboran or Sirius,
nor yet the stained and brilliant one of War;
stars turn in purple, glorious to the sight;
yours is not gracious as the Pleiads are
nor as Orion's sapphires, luminous;
yet disenchanted, cold, imperious face,
when all the others blighted, reel and fall,
your star, steel-set, keeps lone and frigid tryst
to freighted ships, baffled in wind and blast.
--H.D.
posted by Diane at 4:00 PM
1 Comments:
being an astro geek I am simultaneously enjoying this poem, wondering about it's "meaning," and still snickering at the confusion of stars and planets. And it's usually spelled "Aldebaran." :)
trying to figure out what Hesperus referred to led me to this. I now feel multiculturally confused. Thank you. :)
and the captcha tonight is "holiest." The significance of which I find...unclear.
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