Hilda Doolittle

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

Sea Poppies - Poem by Hilda Doolittle

Amber husk
fluted with gold,
fruit on the sand
marked with a rich grain,

treasure
spilled near the shrub-pines
to bleach on the boulders:

your stalk has caught root
among wet pebbles
and drift flung by the sea
and grated shells
and split conch-shells.

Beautiful, wide-spread,
fire upon leaf,
what meadow yields
so fragrant a leaf
as your bright leaf?


Comments about Sea Poppies by Hilda Doolittle

  • Susan Williams (12/5/2015 5:18:00 PM)


    She handles her topics deftly and courteously (Report) Reply

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  • Brian Jani (5/13/2014 1:12:00 PM)


    Sea poppies I like it (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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