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The stallion and his mare, unbridled, with arrow-pattern, are worked on. the blue cloth before the door of religion and inspiration.

Hilda Doolittle

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I spit honey out of my mouth: nothing is second-best after the sweet of Eros.
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It is no madness to say you will fall, you great cities.
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A slight wind shakes the seed-pods my thoughts are spent as the black seeds.
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Dance until the earth dance.
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