To Lamia’ the female


To you my little daughter
The ringing of the murmurs
I silenced
The sad laughter
I drowned
The ecstasy of  scents
I buried
When my youth wandered away


To you
All the paths
I never trod


All the waves . . .
I never struggled with
Fear O my dear
Is the sailor’s enemy


To you
All the fruit
My hands forbore . . .
From picking