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Hilda Doolittle

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Hilda Doolittle
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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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It is no madness to say you will fall, you great cities.
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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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Maid of the luminous grey-eyes, Mistress of honey and marble implacable white thighs and Goddess, chaste daughter of Zeus.
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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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Not God with wine, nor death, nor hate for a cry, but God with a song
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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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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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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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When the shingles hissed in the rain incendiary, other values were revealed to us
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Love has no charm when Love is swept to earth: you'd make a lop-winged god, frozen and contrite, of god up-darting, winged for passionate flight.
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I fear no man, no woman flower does not fear bird, insect nor adder.
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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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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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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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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 elixir of life, the philosopher's stone is yours if you surrender sterile logic, trivial reason.
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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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There is no man can take, there is no pool can slake, ultimately I am alone ultimately I am done.
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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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