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There must be real gods see, the painted gods how fair!

Hilda Doolittle

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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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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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I fear no man, no woman flower does not fear bird, insect nor adder.
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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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Words were her plague and words were her redemption.
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Not God with wine, nor death, nor hate for a cry, but God with a song
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Pompeii has nothing to teach us, we know crack of volcanic fissure, slow flow of terrible lava, pressure on heart, lungs, the brain about to burst its brittle case (what the skull can endure!)
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She did not look at the daffodils. They didn't mean anything. She looked at the daffodils. She said, 'Thank you for the daffodils.
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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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It is no madness to say you will fall, you great cities.
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Lovers may come and go, there was the memory of blood, the low call.
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I could not accept from wisdom what love taught, woman is perfect.
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The whole white world is ours.
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