Fragment of "Elegy and Choros" by H.D.

 

Electra:  

No one knows,

the heart of a child,

how it grows

until it is too late,

no one knows hate

but worse,

too late,

no one knows

love:

when she came

there was the whole earth in flame,

every hill,

every bush

must blush

rose

rose

rose

O, rhodedendron-name,

mother;

no one knows the color of a flower

till it is broken

Notes:  The complete version of the poem can be found at Poetry Foundation.