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

Hilda Doolittle

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Words were her plague and words were her redemption.
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I fear no man, no woman flower does not fear bird, insect nor adder.
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Ardent yet chill and formal, how I ache to tempt a chisel as a sculptor.
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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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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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Luminous, unfearful high-priestesses, our fervour shall banish all evil.
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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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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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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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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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The stallion and his mare, unbridled, with arrow-pattern, are worked on. the blue cloth before the door of religion and inspiration.
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The race may or may not be to the swift, but tell me, is it likely that the fight will be entrusted to the dead?
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I could not accept from wisdom what love taught, woman is perfect.
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For this beauty, beauty without strength, chokes out life.
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