Hilda Doolittle Quotes

Between my chin and throat his mouth slipped over and over. Still between my arm and shoulder, I feel the brush of his hair.
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Evadne."
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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 (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "I Said."
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Whether he cringe at my feet, whether he beat on your eyes, white wings, white butterflies.
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Sigil" (first line: Ground).
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My eye-balls are glass, my limbs marble, my face fixed in its marble mask.
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Trance."
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See, how they trace across the very-marble of this place, bright sevens and printed fours, elevens and careful eights....
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Birds in Snow."
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The light passes from ridge to ridge, from flower to flower—
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "H.D..." Evening (l. 1-3). . . Faber Book of Modern Verse, The. Michael Roberts, ed. (4th ed. revised by Peter Porter, 1982) Faber and Faber CP-Dool.
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Lais is now no lover of the glass, seeing no more the face as once it was, wishing to see that face and finding this.
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Lais."
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Each alone, each separately, I come separate parasite, white spear-head with implacable fragile shoot from black loam.
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Sigil" (first line: Ground).
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The statue's rare, intolerant grace.
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Trance."
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O do not grieve for a torn earth barren fields burnt forests cracked riven volcano-broken hill-slopes islands shrunken mountains lost.
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Body and Soul."
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