Richard Aldington (1892-1962), English writer and poet
The withered bonds are broken.
The waxed reeds and the double pipe
Clamor about me;
The hot wind swirls
Through the red pine trunks.
Io! the fauns and the satyrs.
The touch of their shagged curled fur
And blunt horns!
They have wine in heavy craters
Painted black and red;
Wine to splash on her white body.
She shrinks from the cold shower –
Let the Maenads break through the myrtles
And the boughs of the rohododaphnai.
Let them tear the quick deers' flesh.
Ah, the cruel, exquisite fingers!
I have brought you the brown clusters,
The ivy-boughs and pine-cones.
Your breasts are cold sea-ripples,
But they smell of the warm grasses.
Throw wide the chiton and the peplum,
Maidens of the Dew.
Beautiful are your bodies, O Maenads,
Beautiful the sudden folds,
The vanishing curves of the white linen
Hear the rich laughter of the forest,
The trampling of the panisks and the centaurs.
from Des Imagistes (1914), edited by Ezra Pound (1885-1972)
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