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"I have lain
with strange lovers;
each one was your
power and steadiness
that grew luminous."
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Dodona." |
"Your anger charms me,
and yet all the time
I think of chaste, slight hands,
veined snow."
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Hyacinth." |
"What do I care
that the stream is trampled,
the sand on the stream-bank
still holds the print of your foot:
the heel is cut deep."
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Pursuit." |
"I watch the white stars darken;
the day comes and the
white stars dim
and lessen
and the lights fade in the city."
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "The Shepherd." |
"God of the people,
no clod is too base for your thought,
who made all will not cripple
the mind with injunction."
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Dodona." |
"Take all the garden spills,
inveterate,
prodigal spender
just as summer goes."
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Hyacinth." |
"They have melted into the light
and I am desolate;
they have melted;
each from his plinth,
each one departs...."
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Pygmalion." |
"There are wrecks on the fore-beach,
wind will beat your ship,
there is no shelter in that headland,
it is useless waste, that edge."
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "The Shrine." |
"I stand by your portal,
a white pillar,
luminous."
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Dodona." |
"Quivering he sways and quivering clings
(Ah, rare her shoulders drawing back!)
One moment, then the plunderer slips
Between the purple flower-lips."
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Hymen." |
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