Poems by Hilda Doolittle
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Acon
... buds of myrrh, all-healing herbs, ...
Adonis
... were dark. 2. Not the gold on the temple-front ...
At Baia
... less lovely of flower-leaf,"or"Lover to lover, no kiss, ...
At Ithaca
... swift while the woof is whole, ...
Cassandra
... searing my eye-balls and my eyes with flame ...
Cities
... with spirits, not ghosts, O my love: Though they crowded between ...
Evadne
... I, Evadne; my hair is made of crisp violets ...
From Citron-Bower
... may calm her heart and cool her blood, ...
Heat
... Cut the heat-- plough through it, ...
Helen
... and past ills.Greece sees, unmoved, ...
Leda
... has caressed the lily with dark breast, ...
Oread
... On our rocks. Hurl your green over us ...
Pear Tree
... O silver, higher than my arms reach ...
Sea Poppies
... to bleach on the boulders: your stalk has caught root ...
Sea Rose
... marred and with stint of petals, ...
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