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 ...
Wash of cold river in a glacial land, Ionian water, chill, snow-ribbed sand, drift of rare flowers, clear, with delicate ...
Rose, harsh rose, marred and with stint of petals, meagre flower, thin, sparse of leaf, more precious than a wet ...
I should have thought in a dream you would have brought some lovely, perilous thing, orchids piled in a great ...
Over and back, the long waves crawl and track the sand with foam; night darkens, and the sea takes on ...
Can we believe -- by an effort comfort our hearts: it is not waste all this, not placed here in ...
I first tasted under Apollo's lips, love and love sweetness, I, Evadne; my hair is made of crisp violets or ...
Bear me to Dictaeus, and to the steep slopes; to the river Erymanthus. I choose spray of dittany, cyperum, frail ...
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