fashioned me, these men!
Do I sit in the market place--
do I smile, does a noble brow
bend like the brow of Zeus--
am I a spouse, his or any,
am I a woman, or goddess or queen,
to be met by a god with a smile--and left?
Do you ask for a scroll,
parchment, oracle, prophecy, precedent;
do you ask for tablets marked with thought
or words cut deep on the marble surface,
do you seek measured utterance or the mystic trance?
Sleep on the stones of Delphi--
dare the ledges of Pallas
but keep me foremost,
keep me before you, after you, with you,
never forget when you start
for the Delphic precipice,
never forget when you seek Pallas
and meet in thought
yourself drawn out from yourself
like the holy serpent,
in thought or mysterious trance--
I am greatest and least.
Soft are the hands of Love,
soft, soft are his feet;
you who have twined myrtle,
have you brought c