Hilda Doolittle Quotes

We have given until we have no more to give; alas, it was pity, rather than love, we gave; now having given all, let us leave all; above all, let us leave pity and mount higher to love resurrection.
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Flower of the Rod, The."
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I say, I am quite done, quite done with this; you smile your calm inveterate chill smile.
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Let Zeus Record."
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Drenched with purple, drenched with dye, my wool, bind you the wheel-spokes turn, turn, turn my wheel!
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Simaetha."
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What is this mother-father to tear at our entrails?
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Tribute to the Angels."
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O you sand, this is my command, drown all men in slow breathless suffocation then they may understand.
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Calypso."
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They remember, they remember they will not swerve they have known bliss, the fruit that satisfies they have come back.
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Flower of the Rod, The."
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Your star, steel-set, keeps lone and frigid tryst to freighted ships, baffled in wind and blast.
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Let Zeus Record."
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Thou art come at length more beautiful than any cool god....
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Sitalkas."
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Return, O holiest one, Venus whose name is kin to venerate, venerator.
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Tribute to the Angels."
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My trance frightens them, breaks the dance, empties the market-place; if I but pass they fall back, frantically.
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Cassandra."
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