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I could not accept from wisdom what love taught, woman is perfect.

Hilda Doolittle

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For this beauty, beauty without strength, chokes out life.
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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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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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A slight wind shakes the seed-pods my thoughts are spent as the black seeds.
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Love is a garment riven in the light that rises from Parnassus, showing the night is over.
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I fear no man, no woman flower does not fear bird, insect nor adder.
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There is no man can take, there is no pool can slake, ultimately I am alone ultimately I am done.
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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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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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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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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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Words were her plague and words were her redemption.
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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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Maid of the luminous grey-eyes, Mistress of honey and marble implacable white thighs and Goddess, chaste daughter of Zeus.
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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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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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The whole white world is ours.
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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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