Orchard (Hilda Doolittle Poems)
I saw the first pearas it fell--the honey-seeking, golden-banded,the yellow swarmwas not more fleet than I,(spare us from loveliness)and I ...
Hilda Doolittle Poems (21 Poems)
The Mysteries Remain (Hilda Doolittle Poem)
The mysteries remain, I keep the same cycle of seed-time and of sun and rain; Demeter in the grass, I ...
The Pool (Hilda Doolittle Poem)
Are you alive? I touch you. You quiver like a sea-fish. I cover you with my net. What are you ...
Wash of Cold River (Hilda Doolittle Poem)
Wash of cold river in a glacial land, Ionian water, chill, snow-ribbed sand, drift of rare flowers, clear, with delicate ...
Pear Tree (Hilda Doolittle Poem)
Silver dust lifted from the earth, higher than my arms reach, you have mounted. O silver, higher than my arms ...
Sea Poppies (Hilda Doolittle Poem)
Amber husk fluted with gold, fruit on the sand marked with a rich grain, treasure spilled near the shrub-pines to ...
Sea Rose (Hilda Doolittle Poem)
Rose, harsh rose, marred and with stint of petals, meagre flower, thin, sparse of leaf, more precious than a wet ...
Sheltered Garden (Hilda Doolittle Poem)
I have had enough. I gasp for breath. Every way ends, every road, every foot-path leads at last to the ...
Stars Wheel in Purple (Hilda Doolittle Poem)
Stars wheel in purple, yours is not so rare as Hesperus, nor yet so great a star as bright Aldeboran ...
Helen (Hilda Doolittle Poem)
All Greece hates the still eyes in the white face, the lustre as of olives where she stands, and the ...
Leda (Hilda Doolittle Poem)
Where the slow river meets the tide, a red swan lifts red wings and darker beak, and underneath the purple ...
Oread (Hilda Doolittle Poem)
Whirl up, sea- Whirl your pointed pines. Splash your great pines On our rocks. Hurl your green over us- Cover ...
From Citron-Bower (Hilda Doolittle Poem)
From citron-bower be her bed, cut from branch of tree a-flower, fashioned for her maidenhead. From Lydian apples, sweet of ...
Heat (Hilda Doolittle Poem)
O wind, rend open the heat, cut apart the heat, rend it to tatters. Fruit cannot drop through this thick ...
At Baia (Hilda Doolittle Poem)
I should have thought in a dream you would have brought some lovely, perilous thing, orchids piled in a great ...
At Ithaca (Hilda Doolittle Poem)
Over and back, the long waves crawl and track the sand with foam; night darkens, and the sea takes on ...
Cassandra (Hilda Doolittle Poem)
O Hymen king. Hymen, O Hymen king, what bitter thing is this? what shaft, tearing my heart? what scar, what ...
Cities (Hilda Doolittle Poem)
Can we believe -- by an effort comfort our hearts: it is not waste all this, not placed here in ...
Evadne (Hilda Doolittle Poem)
I first tasted under Apollo's lips, love and love sweetness, I, Evadne; my hair is made of crisp violets or ...
Acon (Hilda Doolittle Poem)
Bear me to Dictaeus, and to the steep slopes; to the river Erymanthus. I choose spray of dittany, cyperum, frail ...
Adonis (Hilda Doolittle Poem)
1. Each of us like you has died once, has passed through drift of wood-leaves, cracked and bent and tortured ...