Helen of Troy is known for being beautiful. In fact, she's known for being the most beautiful woman, well, ever. But in the poem "Helen," it's hard to access that beauty. H.D.'s Helen is wan and pale and still. We see no beauty or verve, just deathly pallor. It's like her beauty has become frozen—like she's become a statue.
Helen is responsible for her beauty and its power.
We can't help our appearances; we're not responsible for the way others perceive us.