H. D. (Hilda Doolittle) - Priapus lyrics

Keeper-of-Orchards I saw the first pear As it fell. The honey-seeking, golden-banded, The yellow swarm Was not more fleet than I, (Spare us from loveliness!) And I fell prostrate, Crying, Thou hast flayed us with thy blossoms; Spare us the beauty Of fruit-trees! The honey-seeking Paused not, The air thundered with their song, And I alone was prostrate. O rough-hewn God of the orchard, I bring thee an offering; Do thou, alone unbeautiful (Son of the god), Spare us from loveliness. The fallen hazel-nuts, Stripped late of their green sheaths, The grapes, red-purple, Their berries dripping with wine, Pomegranates already broken, And shrunken fig, And quinces untouched, I bring thee as offering.