Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, ENVY: 4, by HILDA DOOLITTLE


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First Line: So the goddess has slain me
Last Line: Your chance of death.
Alternate Author Name(s): H. D.; Aldington, Richard, Mrs.
Subject(s): Bible; Death; Dead, The


So the goddess has slain me
for your chance smile
and my scarf unfolding
as you stopped to it,
so she trapped me,
for the upward sweep of your arm,
as you lifted the veil,
was the gesture of a tall girl
and your smile was as selfless.

Could I have known?
nay, spare pity,
though I break,
crushed under the goddess' hate,
though I fall beaten at last,
so high have I thrust my glance
up into her presence.

Do not pity me, spare that,
but how I envy you
your chance of death.





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