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There's a black rose growing in your garden.

Hilda Doolittle

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Love, why have you sought the horde of spearsmen, why the tent Achilles pitched beside the river-ford?
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A slight wind shakes the seed-pods my thoughts are spent as the black seeds.
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Long hours trail in their purple and long years are lost in just this moment while our souls are near, our mouths separate.
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Luminous, unfearful high-priestesses, our fervour shall banish all evil.
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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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Not God with wine, nor death, nor hate for a cry, but God with a song
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I could not accept from wisdom what love taught, woman is perfect.
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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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Light threatens, is active, is gone, so it is with a song.
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Lovers may come and go, there was the memory of blood, the low call.
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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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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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For this beauty, beauty without strength, chokes out life.
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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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It is no madness to say you will fall, you great cities.
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Words were her plague and words were her redemption.
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Could beauty be beaten out, O youth the cities have sent to strike at each other's strength, it is you who have kept her alight.
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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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But beauty is set apart, beauty is cast by the sea, a barren rock, beauty is set about with wrecks of ships.
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Until it seems the whole city will be covered with gold pollen shaken from the bell-towers, lilies plundered with the weight of massive bees . . .
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