Hilda Doolittle Quotes
Top 64 wise famous quotes and sayings by Hilda Doolittle
Hilda Doolittle Famous Quotes & Sayings
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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.
with the dull ache of flesh,
for all flesh turns,
even the loveliest
ankle and frail thigh,
to bitterest dust.
In my garden
the winds have beaten
the ripe lilies;
in my garden, the salt
has wilted the first flakes
of young narcissus.
the winds have beaten
the ripe lilies;
in my garden, the salt
has wilted the first flakes
of young narcissus.
We are these people,
wistful, ironical, wilful,
who have no part in
new-world reconstruction,
in the confederacy of labour.
wistful, ironical, wilful,
who have no part in
new-world reconstruction,
in the confederacy of labour.
The Greeks have snatched up their spears.
They have pointed the helms of their ships
Toward the bulwarks of Troy.
They have pointed the helms of their ships
Toward the bulwarks of Troy.
But beauty is set apart,
beauty is cast by the sea,
a barren rock,
beauty is set about
with wrecks of ships ...
beauty is cast by the sea,
a barren rock,
beauty is set about
with wrecks of ships ...
Maid
of the luminous grey-eyes,
Mistress
of honey and marble implacable white thighs
and Goddess,
chaste daughter of Zeus.
of the luminous grey-eyes,
Mistress
of honey and marble implacable white thighs
and Goddess,
chaste daughter of Zeus.
When you would think,
"what was the use of it,"
you'll remember
something you can't grasp
and you'll wonder
what it was.
"what was the use of it,"
you'll remember
something you can't grasp
and you'll wonder
what it was.
Thoth, Hermes, the stylus,
the palette, the pen, the quill endure,
though our books are a floor
of smouldering ash under our feet.
the palette, the pen, the quill endure,
though our books are a floor
of smouldering ash under our feet.
The stallion and his mare,
unbridled, with arrow-pattern,
are worked on.
the blue cloth
before the door
of religion and inspiration ...
unbridled, with arrow-pattern,
are worked on.
the blue cloth
before the door
of religion and inspiration ...
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.
found in Mithra's tomb,
candle and script and bell,
take what the new-church spat upon
and broke and shattered.
Lift up our eyes to you?
no, God, we stare and stare,
upon a nearer thing
that greets us here,
Death, violent and near.
no, God, we stare and stare,
upon a nearer thing
that greets us here,
Death, violent and near.
For you are abstract,
making no mistake,
slurring no word
in the rhythm you make,
the poem,
writ in the air.
making no mistake,
slurring no word
in the rhythm you make,
the poem,
writ in the air.
Ah love is bitter and sweet,
but which is more sweet
the bitterness or the sweetness,
none has spoken it.
but which is more sweet
the bitterness or the sweetness,
none has spoken it.
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?
but tell me, is it likely
that the fight will be entrusted to the dead?
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.
but a biological reality,
a fact: I am an entity
like bird, insect, plant
or sea-plant cell;
I live; I am alive.
Love, why have you sought the horde
of spearsmen, why the tent
Achilles pitched beside the river-ford?
of spearsmen, why the tent
Achilles pitched beside the river-ford?
Music sets up ladders,
it makes us invisible,
it sets us apart,
it lets us escape;
but from the visible
there is no escape.
it makes us invisible,
it sets us apart,
it lets us escape;
but from the visible
there is no escape.
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.
O youth the cities have sent
to strike at each other's strength,
it is you who have kept her alight.
Who dreams of a son,
save one,
childless, having no bright
face to flatter its own,
who dreams of a son?
save one,
childless, having no bright
face to flatter its own,
who dreams of a son?