Frog faces, frog lust,
frog bellies in the dust,
till unexpected flame
gave you another name:
(there’s the siren wail again,
May 15;
by the clock, near 6,
by the sun ):
frog faces, frog lust,
frog bellies in the dust
when winter-fog is gone,
the frogs sit in the sun,
and now you can see
strawberry-leaves
on a crown, a lion, a unicorn:
- H.D., from Last Winter, 1950