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Not God
with wine,
nor death,
nor hate for a cry,
but God with a song — Hilda Doolittle
with wine,
nor death,
nor hate for a cry,
but God with a song — Hilda Doolittle
The heart
the heart
the heart
how it thrives on hate. — Hilda Doolittle
the heart
the heart
how it thrives on hate. — Hilda Doolittle
There is no man can take,
there is no pool can slake,
ultimately I am alone;
ultimately I am done. — Hilda Doolittle
there is no pool can slake,
ultimately I am alone;
ultimately I am done. — Hilda Doolittle
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. — Hilda Doolittle
with the dull ache of flesh,
for all flesh turns,
even the loveliest
ankle and frail thigh,
to bitterest dust. — Hilda Doolittle
The elixir of life, the philosopher's stone
is yours if you surrender
sterile logic, trivial reason. — Hilda Doolittle
is yours if you surrender
sterile logic, trivial reason. — Hilda Doolittle
O happy, happy each
man whom predestined fate
leads to the holy rite
of hill and mountain worship. — Hilda Doolittle
man whom predestined fate
leads to the holy rite
of hill and mountain worship. — Hilda Doolittle
Fall the deep curtains,
delicate the weave,
fair the thread. — Hilda Doolittle
delicate the weave,
fair the thread. — Hilda Doolittle
There must be real gods
see, the painted gods
how fair! — Hilda Doolittle
see, the painted gods
how fair! — Hilda Doolittle
Light threatens, is active, is gone,
so it is with a song. — Hilda Doolittle
so it is with a song. — Hilda Doolittle
Sing
and your hell is heaven,
your heaven less hell. — Hilda Doolittle
and your hell is heaven,
your heaven less hell. — 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 winds have beaten
the ripe lilies;
in my garden, the salt
has wilted the first flakes
of young narcissus. — Hilda Doolittle
We are these people,
wistful, ironical, wilful,
who have no part in
new-world reconstruction,
in the confederacy of labour. — Hilda Doolittle
wistful, ironical, wilful,
who have no part in
new-world reconstruction,
in the confederacy of labour. — Hilda Doolittle
Love that I bear
within my breast
how is my armour melted
how my heart — Hilda Doolittle
within my breast
how is my armour melted
how my heart — Hilda Doolittle
We don't have to know,only to be:let go the jumble of worn words,reason and vanity.
— Hilda Doolittle
War is a fevered god who takes alike maiden and king and clod ...
— 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
you are the stark tree unbent,
you are a strung bow,
you are an arrow. — Hilda Doolittle
One flower may slay the winter
and meet death. — Hilda Doolittle
and meet death. — Hilda Doolittle
Dance until the earth dance.
— 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
beauty is cast by the sea,
a barren rock,
beauty is set about
with wrecks of ships ... — 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
unbridled, with arrow-pattern,
are worked on.
the blue cloth
before the door
of religion and inspiration ... — Hilda Doolittle
Maid
of the luminous grey-eyes,
Mistress
of honey and marble implacable white thighs
and Goddess,
chaste daughter of Zeus. — Hilda Doolittle
of the luminous grey-eyes,
Mistress
of honey and marble implacable white thighs
and Goddess,
chaste daughter of Zeus. — 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
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
Passionate grave thought,
belief enhanced,
ritual returned and magic. — Hilda Doolittle
belief enhanced,
ritual returned and magic. — Hilda Doolittle
I had drawn away into the salt,
myself, a shell
emptied of life. — Hilda Doolittle
myself, a shell
emptied of life. — Hilda Doolittle
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. — Hilda Doolittle
"what was the use of it,"
you'll remember
something you can't grasp
and you'll wonder
what it was. — Hilda Doolittle
Thoth, Hermes, the stylus,
the palette, the pen, the quill endure,
though our books are a floor
of smouldering ash under our feet. — Hilda Doolittle
the palette, the pen, the quill endure,
though our books are a floor
of smouldering ash under our feet. — Hilda Doolittle
For this beauty,
beauty without strength,
chokes out life. — Hilda Doolittle
beauty without strength,
chokes out life. — Hilda Doolittle
Lovers may come and go,
there was the memory of blood,
the low call. — Hilda Doolittle
there was the memory of blood,
the low call. — Hilda Doolittle
The Greeks have snatched up their spears.
They have pointed the helms of their ships
Toward the bulwarks of Troy. — Hilda Doolittle
They have pointed the helms of their ships
Toward the bulwarks of Troy. — Hilda Doolittle
Ardent
yet chill and formal,
how I ache
to tempt a chisel
as a sculptor. — Hilda Doolittle
yet chill and formal,
how I ache
to tempt a chisel
as a sculptor. — Hilda Doolittle
No one knows,
the heart of a child,
how it grows
until it is too late. — Hilda Doolittle
the heart of a child,
how it grows
until it is too late. — 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
found in Mithra's tomb,
candle and script and bell,
take what the new-church spat upon
and broke and shattered. — Hilda Doolittle
I smiled,
I waited,
I was circumspect;
O never, never, never write that I
missed life or loving. — Hilda Doolittle
I waited,
I was circumspect;
O never, never, never write that I
missed life or loving. — Hilda Doolittle
(Those women whom the distaff
no longer claims
nor spun cloth)
driven made,
mad,
mad
by Bacchus. — Hilda Doolittle
no longer claims
nor spun cloth)
driven made,
mad,
mad
by Bacchus. — Hilda Doolittle
I could not accept from wisdom
what love taught,
woman is perfect. — Hilda Doolittle
what love taught,
woman is perfect. — Hilda Doolittle
The quivering
of Psyche's butterflies. — Hilda Doolittle
of Psyche's butterflies. — Hilda Doolittle
Lift up our eyes to you?
no, God, we stare and stare,
upon a nearer thing
that greets us here,
Death, violent and near. — Hilda Doolittle
no, God, we stare and stare,
upon a nearer thing
that greets us here,
Death, violent and near. — 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
making no mistake,
slurring no word
in the rhythm you make,
the poem,
writ in the air. — Hilda Doolittle
Escape
from the power of the hunting pack,
and to know that wisdom is best
and beauty
sheer holiness. — Hilda Doolittle
from the power of the hunting pack,
and to know that wisdom is best
and beauty
sheer holiness. — Hilda Doolittle
Why wait for Death to mow?
why wait for Death to sow
us in the ground? — Hilda Doolittle
why wait for Death to sow
us in the ground? — Hilda Doolittle
Dead men would start and move
toward me to learn of love. — Hilda Doolittle
toward me to learn of love. — Hilda Doolittle
Ah love is bitter and sweet,
but which is more sweet
the bitterness or the sweetness,
none has spoken it. — Hilda Doolittle
but which is more sweet
the bitterness or the sweetness,
none has spoken it. — Hilda Doolittle
I fear no man, no woman;
flower does not fear
bird, insect nor adder. — Hilda Doolittle
flower does not fear
bird, insect nor adder. — Hilda Doolittle
The things I have
are nameless,
old and true;
they may not be named;
few may live and know. — Hilda Doolittle
are nameless,
old and true;
they may not be named;
few may live and know. — Hilda Doolittle
Love is a garment
riven in the light
that rises from Parnassus,
showing
the night is over. — Hilda Doolittle
riven in the light
that rises from Parnassus,
showing
the night is over. — 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
but tell me, is it likely
that the fight will be entrusted to the dead? — Hilda Doolittle
You will not see
that desire begets
love,
until it all flames
into one concise
and metallic blaze. — Hilda Doolittle
that desire begets
love,
until it all flames
into one concise
and metallic blaze. — Hilda Doolittle
I will be free,
no lover's kiss
to bind me to earth,
no bliss of love
to counteract
actual bliss. — Hilda Doolittle
no lover's kiss
to bind me to earth,
no bliss of love
to counteract
actual bliss. — Hilda Doolittle
Love, why have you sought the horde
of spearsmen, why the tent
Achilles pitched beside the river-ford? — Hilda Doolittle
of spearsmen, why the tent
Achilles pitched beside the river-ford? — Hilda Doolittle
No one knows the colour of a flower
till it is broken. — Hilda Doolittle
till it is broken. — Hilda Doolittle
Music sets up ladders,
it makes us invisible,
it sets us apart,
it lets us escape;
but from the visible
there is no escape. — Hilda Doolittle
it makes us invisible,
it sets us apart,
it lets us escape;
but from the visible
there is no escape. — 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
O youth the cities have sent
to strike at each other's strength,
it is you who have kept her alight. — Hilda Doolittle
Who dreams of a son,
save one,
childless, having no bright
face to flatter its own,
who dreams of a son? — Hilda Doolittle
save one,
childless, having no bright
face to flatter its own,
who dreams of a son? — Hilda Doolittle
It is no madness to say
you will fall, you great cities. — Hilda Doolittle
you will fall, you great cities. — Hilda Doolittle
The whole white world is ours.
— Hilda Doolittle
My eye-balls are glass,
my limbs marble,
my face fixed
in its marble mask. — Hilda Doolittle
my limbs marble,
my face fixed
in its marble mask. — 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
trail in their purple
and long years are lost
in just this moment
while our souls are near,
our mouths separate. — Hilda Doolittle
I testify
to rainbow feathers, to the span of heaven
and walls of colour,
the colonnades of jasper. — Hilda Doolittle
to rainbow feathers, to the span of heaven
and walls of colour,
the colonnades of jasper. — Hilda Doolittle