Kore in Hades

Icame, yes, dear, dear

Mother, for you I came, so I remember,

To lie in your warm

Bed, to watch the wonder flame

Burning golden gentle and bright the light ofthe living.

With you Iran

To see the roadside green

Leaves and small cool bindweed flowers

Living rejoicing to proclaim

We are, we are manifold, in multitude

We come, we are near and far,

Past and future innumerable we are yours

We are you. I listened

To the sweet bird whose song is for ever,

I was the little girl of the one mother.

World you wove me to please a child

Yet its texture was thinner than light, fleeter

Than flame that burned while it seemed

Leaves and flowers and garden world without end.

Bright those faces closed and were over.

Here and now is over, the garden

Lost from time, its sun and moon

Mother, daughter, daughter, mother, never

Is come; there is nothing, nothing for ever.