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Sing and your hell is heaven, your heaven less hell.

Hilda Doolittle

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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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I testify to rainbow feathers, to the span of heaven and walls of colour, the colonnades of jasper.
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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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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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I fear no man, no woman flower does not fear bird, insect nor adder.
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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 will be free, no lover's kiss to bind me to earth, no bliss of love to counteract actual bliss.
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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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A slight wind shakes the seed-pods my thoughts are spent as the black seeds.
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For this beauty, beauty without strength, chokes out life.
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Lovers may come and go, there was the memory of blood, the low call.
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There must be real gods see, the painted gods how fair!
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The whole white world is ours.
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We are voyagers, discoverers of the not-known, the unrecorded we have no map possibly we will reach haven, heaven.
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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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Cheat me not with time, with the dull ache of flesh, for all flesh turns, even the loveliest ankle and frail thigh, to bitterest dust.
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