The God
I.
I asked of your face:
is it dark,
set beneath heavy locks,
circled with stiff ivy-fruit,
clear,
cut wiht great hammer-stroke,
brow, nose and mouth,
mysteirous and far distant
from my sense.
I asked:
can he from his portals of ebony
carved with grapes,
turn toward the earth?
[. . . ]
H.D.'s poem "The God" was published in the 1917 Some Imagist Poets anthology. To read this poem in full in a digitized version of this publication, follows the link(s) below: