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I'm more of a writer than a fighter you see.
— Luke Pearson
be counterproductive. Hilda's
— Stephen King
Not Godwith wine,
nor death,
nor hate for a cry,
but God with a song — Hilda Doolittle
You are as old as God and as young as the morning.
— Hilda Charlton
Everyone teaches you something. Some teach you what to do, and others teach you what not to do.
— Hilda Charlton
The heartthe 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
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
The elixir of life, the philosopher's stoneis yours if you surrender
sterile logic, trivial reason. — Hilda Doolittle
O happy, happy eachman 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
Hilda and I slept alongside each other fully dressed, head to feet.
— Stanley Spencer
There must be real godssee, the painted gods
how fair! — Hilda Doolittle
To all of us who hold the Christian belief that God is truth, anything that is true is a fact about God, and mathematics is a branch of theology.
— Hilda Phoebe Hudson
Light threatens, is active, is gone,so it is with a song. — Hilda Doolittle
Singand your hell is heaven,
your heaven less hell. — Hilda Doolittle
In my gardenthe 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
Take what you have and make what you want.
— Hilda Charlton
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
I had drawn away into the salt,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
The 'leisured' wife was a badge of achievement, the ornament to hard work and virtue for families on the way up.
— Hilda Scott
The world turns softly / Not to spill its lakes and rivers.
— Hilda Conkling
You are wind in a stark tree,you are the stark tree unbent,
you are a strung bow,
you are an arrow. — Hilda Doolittle
One flower may slay the winterand meet death. — Hilda Doolittle
Love that I bearwithin my breast
how is my armour melted
how my heart — 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
My role was to bring about fairness in the workplace. All I did was implement the laws that were currently on the books.
— Hilda Solis
No one knows,the heart of a child,
how it grows
until it is too late. — Hilda Doolittle
Lovers may come and go,there was the memory of blood,
the low call. — Hilda Doolittle
The personal is not just political. It is also economic.
— Hilda Scott
Oh Hilda, what a treasure of sweet faith and pure imagination you hide under that little straw hat!
— Nathaniel Hawthorne
(Those women whom the distaffno longer claims
nor spun cloth)
driven made,
mad,
mad
by Bacchus. — Hilda Doolittle
For this beauty,beauty without strength,
chokes out life. — Hilda Doolittle
I smiled,I waited,
I was circumspect;
O never, never, never write that I
missed life or loving. — Hilda Doolittle
Your free will, your decision, your soul,
— Hilda Leticia Dominguez
Aunt Hilda,' Violet
— Laurel Remington
Take what the old-churchfound in Mithra's tomb,
candle and script and bell,
take what the new-church spat upon
and broke and shattered. — Hilda Doolittle
Ardentyet chill and formal,
how I ache
to tempt a chisel
as a sculptor. — Hilda Doolittle
The Greeks have snatched up their spears.They have pointed the helms of their ships
Toward the bulwarks of Troy. — Hilda Doolittle
She thought it must be a lonely life for a boy who hated books.
— Hilda Van Stockum
The stallion and his mare,unbridled, with arrow-pattern,
are worked on.
the blue cloth
before the door
of religion and inspiration ... — 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
turned up that Sunday
— Hilda Newman
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
Love is a garmentriven in the light
that rises from Parnassus,
showing
the night is over. — Hilda Doolittle
The things I haveare nameless,
old and true;
they may not be named;
few may live and know. — Hilda Doolittle
There is no magic when one no longer believes.
— Hilda Lewis
I fear no man, no woman;flower does not fear
bird, insect nor adder. — Hilda Doolittle
Ah love is bitter and sweet,but which is more sweet
the bitterness or the sweetness,
none has spoken it. — Hilda Doolittle
Dead men would start and movetoward me to learn of love. — Hilda Doolittle
Why wait for Death to mow?why wait for Death to sow
us in the ground? — Hilda Doolittle
Protecting children and vulnerable workers abroad is a part of our overall efforts here at the Department of Labor.
— Hilda Solis
The newspaper Hilda gets delivered would call me evil. The one I buy on the corner would say it's more complicated than that.
— Sam Lipsyte
Escapefrom the power of the hunting pack,
and to know that wisdom is best
and beauty
sheer holiness. — 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
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
I want companies who get federal contracts to hire more women and minorities from the local area.
— Hilda Solis
The quiveringof Psyche's butterflies. — Hilda Doolittle
I could not accept from wisdomwhat love taught,
woman is perfect. — 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
My eye-balls are glass,my limbs marble,
my face fixed
in its marble mask. — Hilda Doolittle
The moon is at her crystal window / Spinning and weaving ...
— Hilda Conkling
No poetic phantasybut a biological reality,
a fact: I am an entity
like bird, insect, plant
or sea-plant cell;
I live; I am alive. — Hilda Doolittle
What all women have in common is that they share most of the unpaid work of the world.
— Hilda Scott
If only my heart could abstainfrom love.
The more I seethe with desire
The more I seem to attract. — Hilda Ismail
You will not seethat desire begets
love,
until it all flames
into one concise
and metallic blaze. — Hilda Doolittle
Passionate grave thought,belief enhanced,
ritual returned and magic. — Hilda Doolittle
The siren heralds a friend, the bee a stranger.
— Hilda M. Ransome
I testifyto rainbow feathers, to the span of heaven
and walls of colour,
the colonnades of jasper. — Hilda Doolittle
Long hourstrail in their purple
and long years are lost
in just this moment
while our souls are near,
our mouths separate. — Hilda Doolittle
Maidof the luminous grey-eyes,
Mistress
of honey and marble implacable white thighs
and Goddess,
chaste daughter of Zeus. — Hilda Doolittle
The whole white world is ours.
— Hilda Doolittle
It is no madness to sayyou will fall, you great cities. — 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
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
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
No one knows the colour of a flowertill it is broken. — Hilda Doolittle
Love, why have you sought the hordeof spearsmen, why the tent
Achilles pitched beside the river-ford? — Hilda Doolittle
