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There's a black rose growing in your garden.

Hilda Doolittle

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Light threatens, is active, is gone, so it is with a song.
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I will be free, no lover's kiss to bind me to earth, no bliss of love to counteract actual bliss.
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Ardent yet chill and formal, how I ache to tempt a chisel as a sculptor.
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For you are abstract, making no mistake, slurring no word in the rhythm you make, the poem, writ in the air.
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I myself have seen the floating ships And nothing will ever be the same The shouts, The harrowing voices within the house. I stand apart with an army: My mind is graven with ships.
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Lovers may come and go, there was the memory of blood, the low call.
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We are voyagers, discoverers of the not-known, the unrecorded we have no map possibly we will reach haven, heaven.
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In my garden the winds have beaten the ripe lilies in my garden, the salt has wilted the first flakes of young narcissus.
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I spit honey out of my mouth: nothing is second-best after the sweet of Eros.
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The fallen hazel-nuts, Stripped late of their green sheaths, The grapes, red-purple, Their berries Dripping with wine, Pomegranates already broken, And shrunken fig, And quinces untouched, I bring thee as offering.
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War is a fevered god who takes alike maiden and king and clod.
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You are wind in a stark tree, you are the stark tree unbent, you are a strung bow, you are an arrow.
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The elixir of life, the philosopher's stone is yours if you surrender sterile logic, trivial reason.
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Words were her plague and words were her redemption.
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Love has no charm when Love is swept to earth: you'd make a lop-winged god, frozen and contrite, of god up-darting, winged for passionate flight.
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No poetic phantasy but a biological reality, a fact: I am an entity like bird, insect, plant or sea-plant cell I live I am alive.
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A slight wind shakes the seed-pods my thoughts are spent as the black seeds.
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Lift up our eyes to you? no, God, we stare and stare, upon a nearer thing that greets us here, Death, violent and near.
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Let Love step down, open the clasped hands, forfeit the thorny crown, retrieve the garment that was whole, body and spirit one, spirit and soul.
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