BEAUTY THOU HAST HURT ME OVERMUCH
The light is a wound to me.The soft notesFeed upon the wound.Where wert thou bornO thou woeThat consumest my life?Whither comest thou?Toothed wind of the seas,No man knows thy beginning.As a bird with strong clawsThou woundest me,O beautiful sorrow.Richard Aldington
The light is a wound to me.The soft notesFeed upon the wound.Where wert thou bornO thou woeThat consumest my life?Whither comest thou?Toothed wind of the seas,No man knows thy beginning.As a bird with strong clawsThou woundest me,O beautiful sorrow.Richard Aldington
The light is a wound to me.The soft notesFeed upon the wound.
The light is a wound to me.
The soft notes
Feed upon the wound.
Where wert thou bornO thou woeThat consumest my life?Whither comest thou?
Where wert thou born
O thou woe
That consumest my life?
Whither comest thou?
Toothed wind of the seas,No man knows thy beginning.As a bird with strong clawsThou woundest me,O beautiful sorrow.
Toothed wind of the seas,
No man knows thy beginning.
As a bird with strong claws
Thou woundest me,
O beautiful sorrow.
Richard Aldington
Richard Aldington