Author: Hilda Doolittle

I should have thought In a dream you would have brought Some lovely, perilous thing, Orchids piled in a great […]

Stars wheel in purple, yours is not so rare As Hesperus, nor yet so great a star As bright Aldeboran […]

I have had enough. I gasp for breath. Every way ends, every road, Every foot-path leads at last To the […]

O Hymen king. Hymen, O Hymen king, What bitter thing is this? What shaft, tearing my heart? What scar, what […]

From citron-bower be her bed, Cut from branch of tree a-flower, Fashioned for her maidenhead. From Lydian apples, sweet of […]

I first tasted under Apollo’s lips, Love and love sweetness, I, Evadne; My hair is made of crisp violets Or […]

Silver dust Lifted from the earth, Higher than my arms reach, You have mounted. O silver, Higher than my arms […]

Can we believe by an effort Comfort our hearts: It is not waste all this, Not placed here in disgust, […]

Amber husk Fluted with gold, Fruit on the sand Marked with a rich grain, Treasure Spilled near the shrub-pines To […]

Over and back, The long waves crawl And track the sand with foam; Night darkens, and the sea Takes on […]

All Greece hates The still eyes in the white face, The lustre as of olives Where she stands, And the […]

The mysteries remain, I keep the same Cycle of seed-time And of sun and rain; Demeter in the grass, I […]

Wash of cold river In a glacial land, Ionian water, Chill, snow-ribbed sand, Drift of rare flowers, Clear, with delicate […]

O wind, rend open the heat, Cut apart the heat, Rend it to tatters. Fruit cannot drop Through this thick […]

Bear me to Dictaeus, And to the steep slopes; To the river Erymanthus. I choose spray of dittany, Cyperum, frail […]