As Well As Any Other

by Laura Riding (1926)

As well as any other, Erato,
I can dwell separately on what we know
In common secrecy,
And celebrate the old, adored rose,
Retell — oh why — how similarly grows
The last leaf of the tree.

But for familiar sense what need can be
Of my most singular device or me,
If homage may be done
(Unless it is agreed we shall not break
The patent silence for mere singing's sake)
As well by anyone?

Mistrust me not, then, if I have begun
Unwontedly and if I seem to shun
Unstrange and much-told ground:
For in peculiar earth alone can I
Construe the word and let the meaning lie
That rarely may be found.

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