Hilda Doolittle Quotes

I have lain with strange lovers; each one was your power and steadiness that grew luminous.
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Dodona."
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Your anger charms me, and yet all the time I think of chaste, slight hands, veined snow.
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Hyacinth."
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What do I care that the stream is trampled, the sand on the stream-bank still holds the print of your foot: the heel is cut deep.
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Pursuit."
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I watch the white stars darken; the day comes and the white stars dim and lessen and the lights fade in the city.
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "The Shepherd."
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God of the people, no clod is too base for your thought, who made all will not cripple the mind with injunction.
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Dodona."
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Take all the garden spills, inveterate, prodigal spender just as summer goes.
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Hyacinth."
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They have melted into the light and I am desolate; they have melted; each from his plinth, each one departs....
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Pygmalion."
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There are wrecks on the fore-beach, wind will beat your ship, there is no shelter in that headland, it is useless waste, that edge.
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "The Shrine."
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I stand by your portal, a white pillar, luminous.
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Dodona."
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Quivering he sways and quivering clings (Ah, rare her shoulders drawing back!) One moment, then the plunderer slips Between the purple flower-lips.
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Hymen."
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