Aphrodite
Chamandra, when they strike fire in you,
you show blue-white eyes of oblivion.
Alkanet, mouth of the hidden stamens,
tight closed corolla, now bleed root-red.
Tanacetum, deathless, do they call you
ditch, roadside, wasteland?
Sagina, between the sacred feet,
leaf, where the white pearls scatter.
Anagallis, you are the well of tongues,
dark waters swallow you.
Centaury, Chiron’s find, gentian,
waists of the mares.
Vervain, sacra herba, divinatory one,
Tell me how they know you?
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