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"I made god upon god
step from the cold rock,
I made the gods less than men
for I was a man and they my work...."
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Pygmalion." |
"Your eyes have pardoned our faults,
your hands have touched us
you have leaned forward a little
and the waves can never thrust us back
from the splendour of your ragged coast."
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "The Shrine." |
""You don't even know
what a dream is;
how did it come?"
"It didn't come,
it was there.""
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Dream." |
"Let the palings of her bed
Be quince and box-wood overlaid
with the scented bark of yew.
That all the wood in blossoming,
May calm her heart and cool her blood
For losing of her maidenhood."
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Hymen." |
"Am I the god?
or does this fire carve me
for its use?"
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Pygmalion." |
"I one of their least,
yet great and a goddess,
granted Pelius,
Love under the sea,
beauty, grace infinite."
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Thetis." |
"Let Love step down,
open the clasped hands,
forfeit the thorny crown,
retrieve the garment
that was whole,
body and spirit one, spirit and soul."
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Ecce Sponsus." |
"Where love is come
(Ah, love is come indeed!)
Our limbs are numb
Before his fiery need."
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Hymen." |
"I am stricken
as never before,
by the thought
of ineptitude, sloth, evil
that prosper,
while such as he fall."
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "R.A.F....." |
"Where no great fish venture
nor small fish glitter and dart,
only the anemones and flower
of the wild sea-thyme
cover the silent walls
of an old sea-city at rest."
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Thetis." |
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