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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=410169" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Cassandra</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Hymen king. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hymen, O Hymen king, <br>what bitter thing is this? <br>what shaft, tearing my heart? <br>what scar, what light, what fire <br>searing my eye-balls and my eyes with flame? <br>nameless, O spoken name, <br>king, lord, speak blameless Hymen. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why do you blind my eyes? <br>why do you dart and pulse <br>till all the dark is home, <br>then find my soul <br>and ruthless draw it back? <br>scaling the scaleless, <br>opening the dark? <br>speak, nameless, power and might; <br>when will you leave me quite? <br>when will you break my wings <br>or leave them utterly free <br>to scale heaven endlessly? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A bitter, broken thing, <br>my heart, O Hymen lord, <br>yet neither drought nor sword <br>baffles men quite, <br>why must they feign to fear <br>my virgin glance? <br>feigned utterly or real <br>why do they shrink? <br>my trance frightens them, <br>breaks the dance, <br>empties the market-place; <br>if I but pass they fall <br>back, frantically; <br>must always people mock? <br>unless they shrink and reel <br>as in the temple <br>at your uttered will. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Hymen king, <br>lord, greatest, power, might, <br>look for my face is dark, <br>burnt with your light, <br>your fire, O Hymen lord; <br>is there none left <br>can equal me <br>in ecstasy, desire? <br>is there none left <br>can bear with me <br>the kiss of your white fire? <br>is there not one, <br>Phrygian or frenzied Greek, <br>poet, song-swept, or bard, <br>one meet to take from me <br>this bitter power of song, <br>one fit to speak, Hymen, <br>your praises, lord? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">May I not wed <br>as you have wed? <br>may it not break, beauty, <br>from out my hands, my head, my feet? <br>may Love not lie beside me <br>till his heat <br>burn me to ash? <br>may he not comfort me, then, <br>spent of all that fire and heat, <br>still, ashen-white and cool <br>as the wet laurels, <br>white, before your feet <br>step on the mountain-slope, <br>before your fiery hand <br>lift up the mantle <br>covering flower and land, <br>as a man lifts, <br>O Hymen, from his bride, <br>(cowering with woman eyes,) the veil? <br>O Hymen lord, be kind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Hilda+Doolittle">Hilda Doolittle</a><div class=q>
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Hymen, O Hymen king, 
what bitter thing is this? 
what shaft, tearing my heart? 
what scar, what light, what fire 
searing my eye-balls and my eyes with flame? 
nameless, O spoken name, 
king, lord, speak blameless Hymen. 

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