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It is no madness to say you will fall, you great cities.

Hilda Doolittle

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Hilda Doolittle
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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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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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I testify to rainbow feathers, to the span of heaven and walls of colour, the colonnades of jasper.
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The whole white world is ours.
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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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(Those women whom the distaff no longer claims nor spun cloth) driven made, mad, mad by Bacchus.
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War wreaked on you his hideous ravishment We, we alone, Nereids inviolate, Remain to weep, with the sea-birds to chant: Corinth is lost, Corinth is desolate.
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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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