Hilda Doolittle Quotes

What is left after this? what can death loose in me after your embrace? your touch, your limbs are more terrible to do me hurt.
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Fragment Sixty-eight."
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The laying of fish on the embers, the taste of the fish, the feel of the texture of bread, the round and the half-loaf, the grain of a petal, the rain-bow and the rain.
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Magician [Master]...."
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O star-spun shroud, fall softly on all of us.
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Star by Day."
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We two are left: I with small grace reveal distaste and bitterness; you with small patience take my hands.
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "We Two."
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You praised and knew the song they made was worthless and the note, they sung was dross.
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Chance Meeting."
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I know not what to do, my mind is reft: is song's gift best? is love's gift loveliest?
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Fragment Thirty-six."
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The wall-door under the chestnut-tree that I nor anyone else ever saw open, opens and lets out a carpenter: he has his chisel, I have my pencil.
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "May 1943."
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You crash over the trees, you crack the live branch.
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Storm."
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We two remain: yet by what miracle, searching within the tangles of my brain, I ask again.
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "We Two."
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Take from me something, be it all too fine and untranslatable and worthless for your purpose, take it, it's mine.
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Chance Meeting."
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