Hilda Doolittle Quotes

I had drawn away into the salt, myself, a shell emptied of life.
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "The God."
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Escape from the power of the hunting pack, and to know that wisdom is best and beauty sheer holiness.
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Choros Translations."
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Consider the birds. Be wise as serpents.
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Helios and Athene."
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Not God with wine, nor death, nor hate for a cry, but God with a song;
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Orestes Theme."
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Now I am powerless to draw back for the sea is cyclamen-purple, cyclamen-red, colour of the last grapes, colour of the purple of the flowers, cyclamen-coloured and dark.
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "The God."
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Ah, it is sweet on the hills, to dance in sacred faun-pelt, to dance until one falls faint, to beat the sacred dance-beat until one drops down worn out.
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Choros Translations."
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Wind rushes over the dunes, and the coarse, salt-crusted grass answers. Heu, it whips round my ankles!
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Hermes of the Ways."
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So arise and face me. I am poisoned with rage of song.
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Orion Dead."
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We worshipped, we parted green from green, we sought further thickets, we dipped our ankles through leaf-mould and earth, and wood and wood-bank enchanted us.
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "The Helmsman."
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Dance until the earth dance.
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Choros Translations."
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