Hilda Doolittle Quotes

I keep the law, I hold the mysteries true, I am the vine, the branches, you and you.
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "The Mysteries."
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Strong to break dead things, the young tree, drained of sap, the old tree, ready to drop, to lift from the rotting bed of leaves, the old crumbling pine tree stock.
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Demeter."
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Most holy Satyr, like a goat, with horns and hooves to match thy coat of russet brown.
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Holy Satyr."
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Here in this holy wood, behold, behold how good is man's inventiveness.
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Projector II."
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The mysteries remain, I keep the same cycle of seed-time and of sun and rain;
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "H.D..." The Mysteries Remain (l. 1-4). . . New Oxford Book of American Verse, The. Richard Ellmann, ed. (1976) Oxford University Press.
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Ah, strong were the arms that took (Ah, evil the heart and graceless), but the kiss was less passionate!
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Demeter."
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Return our hymn, like echo fling a sweet song, answering note for note.
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Holy Satyr."
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Dead men would start and move toward me to learn of love.
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Psyche."
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But you were not living at all, and I was half-living, so where the years blight these others, we, who were not of the years, have escaped, we got nowhere.
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "The poet."
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Soft are the hands of Love, but what soft hands clutched at the thorny ground, scratched like a small white ferret or foraging whippet or hound.
Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Demeter."
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