O fog,
shrouding the busy highways
softly
muting their resonant roar
to distant growls
Unfurl your smooth fury,
crumple these cars,
shatter their frames across
and beyond their concrete tracks
that separate forests and hills
and thicken the air
with acrid smells
from exhausted horsepowers.
Embrace them,
O fog,
and guide their screeching tires
over the embankment
roaring hearses
unreigned
by your moist arms
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&) Discovered recently among H. D.´s unpublished papers at Yale University Library, malevolent scholars take this poem as proof for the poet´s befogged imagination during some of her post-imagist periods. More englightened critics, though, point to the stunning topicality of H. D.´s mythopoetic mind in its accurate presentation of mankind´s archetypal struggle against nature. There is as yet insufficient biographical evidence that the mature H. D. possibly had a short but intensive attachment to the infant Ralph Nader, who later became head of the U. S. Environmental Protection Agency. – For serious information on the poet, see https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/H.D.
This is H. D.’s 1915 poem that inspired my little satire:
Oread
Whirl up, sea -
whirl your pointed pines,
splash your great pines
on our rocks,
hurl your green over us,
cover us with your pools of fir.
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