Aphrodite of the blue sleep, the bird-black sea,
I thank you that at last my body is at peace.
I toss these flowers from the flowers, your feet,
From the pear buds of your ankles,
The white hyacinths of your limbs.
The love-hour is ended.
Swallow-wings, dreams of a spiked iris,
Gipsy your eyes.
The hollows under your knees are sweet with love.
Your knees are quince-blossoms, bent back by the rain.
Blue of your eyes,
Blue of the Greek seas that has no name,
Am I lifted
To the porch of Aphrodite on your wings?