Category Archives: Doolittle Hilda

Eurydice by H. D.

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 … Continue reading

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The Pool by H. D.

Are you alive? I touch you. You quiver like a sea-fish. I cover you with my net. What are you—banded one? Hilda Doolittle 1886-1961

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Song by H. D.

You are as gold as the half-ripe grain that merges to gold again, as white as the white rain that beats through the half-opened flowers of the great flower tufts thick on the black limbs of an Illyrian apple bough. … Continue reading

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