Lethe

Good morning, peeps! Happy Poem In Your Pocket Day! The poem that I’ve selected to carry with me today is by the early 20th century Imagist poet Hilda Doolittle - one of my top five favorite poets … it’s called, Lethe. Enjoy …

Lethe

NOR skin nor hide nor fleece

Shall cover you,

Nor curtain of crimson nor fine

Shelter of cedar-wood be over you,

Nor the fir-tree

Nor the pine.

Nor sight of whin nor gorse

Nor river-yew,

Nor fragrance of flowering bush,

Nor wailing of reed-bird to waken you,

Nor of linnet,

Nor of thrush.

Nor word nor touch nor sight

Of lover, you

Shall long through the night but for this:

The roll of the full tide to cover you

Without question,

Without kiss.