Share
×
Inspirational Quotes
Authors
Professions
Topics
Tags
Quote
My eye-balls are glass, my limbs marble, my face fixed in its marble mask.
Hilda Doolittle
Share
Change background
T
T
T
Change font
Original
TAGS & TOPICS
Hilda Doolittle
Glasses
Fixed
Balls
Magic
Face
Marble
Faces
Limbs
Eye
Mask
Glass
More quotes by Hilda Doolittle
Not God with wine, nor death, nor hate for a cry, but God with a song
Hilda Doolittle
She did not look at the daffodils. They didn't mean anything. She looked at the daffodils. She said, 'Thank you for the daffodils.
Hilda Doolittle
There must be real gods see, the painted gods how fair!
Hilda Doolittle
There is no man can take, there is no pool can slake, ultimately I am alone ultimately I am done.
Hilda Doolittle
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!)
Hilda Doolittle
Sing and your hell is heaven, your heaven less hell.
Hilda Doolittle
The whole white world is ours.
Hilda Doolittle
Dance until the earth dance.
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
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.
Hilda Doolittle
You are wind in a stark tree, you are the stark tree unbent, you are a strung bow, you are an arrow.
Hilda Doolittle
Maid of the luminous grey-eyes, Mistress of honey and marble implacable white thighs and Goddess, chaste daughter of Zeus.
Hilda Doolittle
I fear no man, no woman flower does not fear bird, insect nor adder.
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
We are voyagers, discoverers of the not-known, the unrecorded we have no map possibly we will reach haven, heaven.
Hilda Doolittle
But beauty is set apart, beauty is cast by the sea, a barren rock, beauty is set about with wrecks of ships.
Hilda Doolittle
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.
Hilda Doolittle
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
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
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?
Hilda Doolittle