CHAPTER 9: "IT'S GREEK TO ME:
All Greece hates the still eyes in the white face, the lustre as of olives where she stands, and the white hands.
All Greece reviles the wan face when she smiles, hating it deeper still when it grows wan and white, remembering past enchantments and past ills.
Greece sees unmoved, God’s daughter, born of love, the beauty of cool feet and slenderest knees, could love indeed the maid, only if she were laid, white ash amid funereal cypresses.
By H. D. 1886–1961
Response:
This poem is about Greece and all the good that comes out of it. When the people didn't have Greece, the world went to crumbles. When the world did have Greece, the whole world started to revolve around good things and good deeds. Greece only sees people for who they are, not for what they look like, dress like, or act like.
All Greece reviles the wan face when she smiles, hating it deeper still when it grows wan and white, remembering past enchantments and past ills.
Greece sees unmoved, God’s daughter, born of love, the beauty of cool feet and slenderest knees, could love indeed the maid, only if she were laid, white ash amid funereal cypresses.
By H. D. 1886–1961
Response:
This poem is about Greece and all the good that comes out of it. When the people didn't have Greece, the world went to crumbles. When the world did have Greece, the whole world started to revolve around good things and good deeds. Greece only sees people for who they are, not for what they look like, dress like, or act like.