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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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Autumn by Amy Lowell

They brought me a quilled, yellow dahlia, Opulent, flaunting. Round gold Flung out of a pale green stalk. Round, ripe gold Of maturity, Meticulously frilled and flaming, A fire-ball of proclamation: Fecundity decked in staring yellow For all the world … Continue reading

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