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The whole white world is ours.

Hilda Doolittle

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For this beauty, beauty without strength, chokes out life.
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I could not accept from wisdom what love taught, woman is perfect.
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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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Ardent yet chill and formal, how I ache to tempt a chisel as a sculptor.
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War is a fevered god who takes alike maiden and king and clod.
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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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Light threatens, is active, is gone, so it is with a song.
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The things I have are nameless, old and true they may not be named few may live and know.
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Passionate grave thought, belief enhanced, ritual returned and magic.
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My eye-balls are glass, my limbs marble, my face fixed in its marble mask.
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The heart the heart the heart how it thrives on hate.
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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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Love is a garment riven in the light that rises from Parnassus, showing the night is over.
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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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We are voyagers, discoverers of the not-known, the unrecorded we have no map possibly we will reach haven, heaven.
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Take what the old-church found in Mithra's tomb, candle and script and bell, take what the new-church spat upon and broke and shattered.
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I will be free, no lover's kiss to bind me to earth, no bliss of love to counteract actual bliss.
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