The Mysteries Remain

The mysteries remain,
I keep the same
cycle of seed-time
and of sun and rain;
Demeter in the grass,
I multiply,
renew and bless
Bacchus in the vine;
I hold the law,
I keep the mysteries true,
the first of these
to name the living, dead;
I am the wine and bread.
I keep the law,
I hold the mysteries true,
I am the vine,
the branches, you
and you.

by Hilda Doolittle

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Comments (4)

I love this poem
A thoughtful, moving poem - a bit of a surprise, to me, from H.D. Could someone help me explicate these critical lines? I keep the mysteries true, the first of these to name the living, dead
Mysteries are important and great and true feeling in the poem and likes it.
I hold the mysteries true, I am the vine, nice poem thanks for share