poet Hilda Doolittle

Hilda Doolittle

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Whirl up, sea—
Whirl your pointed pines.
Splash your great pines
On our rocks.
Hurl your green over us—
Cover us with your pools of fir.

Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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  • Susan WilliamsSusan Williams (12/5/2015 5:27:00 PM)

    Oh! Now look at her- she is setting her verses on fire with loveliness

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