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The heart the heart the heart how it thrives on hate.

Hilda Doolittle

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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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Passionate grave thought, belief enhanced, ritual returned and magic.
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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 testify to rainbow feathers, to the span of heaven and walls of colour, the colonnades of jasper.
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(Those women whom the distaff no longer claims nor spun cloth) driven made, mad, mad by Bacchus.
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There must be real gods see, the painted gods how fair!
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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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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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When the shingles hissed in the rain incendiary, other values were revealed to us
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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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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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Cheat me not with time, with the dull ache of flesh, for all flesh turns, even the loveliest ankle and frail thigh, to bitterest dust.
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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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Maid of the luminous grey-eyes, Mistress of honey and marble implacable white thighs and Goddess, chaste daughter of Zeus.
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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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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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For this beauty, beauty without strength, chokes out life.
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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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