Drenched with purple, drenched with dye, my wool, bind you the wheel-spokes— turn, turn, turn my wheel! Drenched with purple, steeped in the red pulp of bursting sea-sloes— turn, turn, turn my wheel! (Ah did he think I did not know, I did not feel— what wrack, what weal for him: golden one, golden one, turn again Aphrodite with the yellow zone, I am cursed, cursed, undone! Ah and my face, Aphrodite, beside your gold, is cut out of white stone!) Laurel blossom and the red seed of the red vervain weed, burn, crackle in the fire, burn, crackle for my need! Laurel leaf, O fruited branch of bay, burn, bum away thought, memory and hurt! (Ah when he comes, stumbling across my sill, will he find me still, fragrant as the white privet, or as a bone, polished in wet and sun, worried of wild beaks, and of the whelps' teeth— worried of flesh, left to bleach under the sun, white as ash bled of heat, white as hail blazing in sheet-lightning, white as forked lightning rending the sleet?) | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PREJUDICE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE BIGLOW PAPERS: 3. WHAT MR. ROBINSON THINKS by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL EXTRACTS FROM VERSES WRITTEN FOR THE NEW YEAR, 1823 by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD FO'C'S'LE YARNS: 2D SERIES. DEDICATION by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN ON THE UNION AND THREE-FOLD DISTINCTION OF GOD, NATURE AND CREATURE by JOHN BYROM SECOND BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 2 by THOMAS CAMPION TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. TO A STRANGER by EDWARD CARPENTER |