Hilda Doolittle

(10 September 1886 – 27 September 1961 / Bethlehem, Pennsylvania)

The Mysteries Remain - Poem by Hilda Doolittle

The mysteries remain,
I keep the same
cycle of seed-time
and of sun and rain;
Demeter in the grass,
I multiply,
renew and bless
Bacchus in the vine;
I hold the law,
I keep the mysteries true,
the first of these
to name the living, dead;
I am the wine and bread.
I keep the law,
I hold the mysteries true,
I am the vine,
the branches, you
and you.


Comments about The Mysteries Remain by Hilda Doolittle

  • Gold Star - 8,073 Points Frank Avon (12/6/2014 11:27:00 PM)

    A thoughtful, moving poem - a bit of a surprise, to me, from H.D.

    Could someone help me explicate these critical lines?

    I keep the mysteries true,
    the first of these
    to name the living, dead (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 30,535 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (12/6/2014 8:37:00 AM)

    Mysteries are important and great and true feeling in the poem and likes it. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 39,733 Points Aftab Alam Khursheed (12/6/2014 12:29:00 AM)

    I hold the mysteries true, I am the vine, nice poem thanks for share (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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