Lesbia Harford

Here you will find the Poem Hecate's Due of poet Lesbia Harford

Hecate's Due

You who are dead, 
Do you know 
They've dug up half the irises 
That used to grow 
Here in the quadrangle a year ago? 
Those left are mere 
Points of blue 
That can't make sky of earth, as once 
They used to do, 
Didn't they? Buried flowers . . . Proserpin's due.