LESBIA

LESBIA

Use no more speech now;Let the silence spread gold hair above usFold on delicate fold;You had the ivory of my life to carve.Use no more speech..   .   .   .And Picus of Mirandola is dead;And all the gods they dreamed and fabled of,Hermes, and Thoth, and Christ, are rotten now,Rotten and dank..   .   .   .And through it all I see your pale Greek face;Tenderness makes me as eager as a little childTo love youYou morsel left half cold on Caesar’s plate.Richard Aldington

Use no more speech now;Let the silence spread gold hair above usFold on delicate fold;You had the ivory of my life to carve.Use no more speech..   .   .   .And Picus of Mirandola is dead;And all the gods they dreamed and fabled of,Hermes, and Thoth, and Christ, are rotten now,Rotten and dank..   .   .   .And through it all I see your pale Greek face;Tenderness makes me as eager as a little childTo love youYou morsel left half cold on Caesar’s plate.Richard Aldington

Use no more speech now;Let the silence spread gold hair above usFold on delicate fold;You had the ivory of my life to carve.Use no more speech..   .   .   .

Use no more speech now;

Let the silence spread gold hair above us

Fold on delicate fold;

You had the ivory of my life to carve.

Use no more speech.

.   .   .   .

And Picus of Mirandola is dead;And all the gods they dreamed and fabled of,Hermes, and Thoth, and Christ, are rotten now,Rotten and dank..   .   .   .

And Picus of Mirandola is dead;

And all the gods they dreamed and fabled of,

Hermes, and Thoth, and Christ, are rotten now,

Rotten and dank.

.   .   .   .

And through it all I see your pale Greek face;Tenderness makes me as eager as a little childTo love you

And through it all I see your pale Greek face;

Tenderness makes me as eager as a little child

To love you

You morsel left half cold on Caesar’s plate.

You morsel left half cold on Caesar’s plate.

Richard Aldington

Richard Aldington

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