Category: Hilda Doolittle
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“Eurydice” by Hilda “H.D. ” Doolittle (1886 – 1961)
“Eurydice” by Hilda “H.D.” Doolittle I So you have swept me back, I who could have walked with the live souls above the earth, I who could have slept among the live flowers at last; so for your arrogance and your ruthlessness I am swept back where dead lichens drip dead cinders upon moss of…
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“Evening” by Hilda Doolittle (1886 – 1961)
“Evening” by Hilda Doolittle The light passes from ridge to ridge, from flower to flower— the hepaticas, wide-spread under the light grow faint— the petals reach inward, the blue tips bend toward the bluer heart and the flowers are lost. The cornel-buds are still white, but shadows dart from the cornel-roots— black creeps from root to…
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“Cities” by Hilda Doolittle (1886 – 1961)
“…So he built a new city, ah can we believe, not ironically but for new splendour constructed new people to lift through slow growth to a beauty unrivalled yet— …”