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Hilda Doolittle
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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 . . .
Hilda Doolittle
The stallion and his mare, unbridled, with arrow-pattern, are worked on. the blue cloth before the door of religion and inspiration.
Hilda Doolittle
Lovers may come and go, there was the memory of blood, the low call.
Hilda Doolittle
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.
Hilda Doolittle
I spit honey out of my mouth: nothing is second-best after the sweet of Eros.
Hilda Doolittle
I testify to rainbow feathers, to the span of heaven and walls of colour, the colonnades of jasper.
Hilda Doolittle
Words were her plague and words were her redemption.
Hilda Doolittle
There must be real gods see, the painted gods how fair!
Hilda Doolittle
For you are abstract, making no mistake, slurring no word in the rhythm you make, the poem, writ in the air.
Hilda Doolittle
Sing and your hell is heaven, your heaven less hell.
Hilda Doolittle
Not God with wine, nor death, nor hate for a cry, but God with a song
Hilda Doolittle
In my garden the winds have beaten the ripe lilies in my garden, the salt has wilted the first flakes of young narcissus.
Hilda Doolittle
War is a fevered god who takes alike maiden and king and clod.
Hilda Doolittle
Luminous, unfearful high-priestesses, our fervour shall banish all evil.
Hilda Doolittle
Light threatens, is active, is gone, so it is with a song.
Hilda Doolittle
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.
Hilda Doolittle
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.
Hilda Doolittle
For this beauty, beauty without strength, chokes out life.
Hilda Doolittle
Long hours trail in their purple and long years are lost in just this moment while our souls are near, our mouths separate.
Hilda Doolittle
My eye-balls are glass, my limbs marble, my face fixed in its marble mask.
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