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

Hilda Doolittle

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A slight wind shakes the seed-pods my thoughts are spent as the black seeds.
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Passionate grave thought, belief enhanced, ritual returned and magic.
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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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Light threatens, is active, is gone, so it is with a song.
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I spit honey out of my mouth: nothing is second-best after the sweet of Eros.
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