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 ...
Amber husk fluted with gold, fruit on the sand marked with a rich grain, treasure spilled near the shrub-pines to ...
Where the slow river meets the tide, a red swan lifts red wings and darker beak, and underneath the purple ...
I first tasted under Apollo's lips, love and love sweetness, I, Evadne; my hair is made of crisp violets or ...
1. Each of us like you has died once, has passed through drift of wood-leaves, cracked and bent and tortured ...
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