Hesperides

Hesperides

Hesperides

Hesperides

Excerpt

Here in the May-bright square of the city he stood,
Young, on a morning that now seems a world away;
When the trees that he stared among seemed of an evil wood
With a silence coiled at the root, aimed straight at the day.
And he thought of a hillside orchard with bees asway
And he looked at the towers and thought they were better in sand,
Here where the gods he had sickened all year to obey
Portioned his breath and his dreams with a brute command,
Until he remembered with tears his father's hand.

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