Hilda Doolittle (September 10, 1886, Bethlehem, Pennsylvania, United States – September 27, 1961, Zürich, Switzerland), prominently known by her initials H.D., was an American poet, novelist and memoirist. She is best known for her association with the key early 20th century avant-garde Imagist group of poets, although her later writing represents a move away from the Imagist model, towards a distinctly feminine version of modernist poetry and prose.
atlantis
"I've been having these
awful dreams, each a little different,
though the core's the same ...[read poem]
"I've been having these
awful dreams, each a little different,
though the core's the same ...
demolition
The intact facade's now almost black
in the rain; all day they've torn at the back
of the ...[read poem]
The intact facade's now almost black
in the rain; all day they've torn at the back
of the ...
difference
The jellyfish
float in the bay shallows
like schools of clouds,
a dozen identi...[read poem]
The jellyfish
float in the bay shallows
like schools of clouds,
a dozen identi...
a display of mackerel
They lie in parallel rows,
on ice, head to tail,
each a foot of luminosity
bar...[read poem]
They lie in parallel rows,
on ice, head to tail,
each a foot of luminosity
bar...
fog
The crested iris by the front gate waves
its blue flags three days, exactly,
then t...[read poem]
The crested iris by the front gate waves
its blue flags three days, exactly,
then t...
golden retrievals
Fetch? Balls and sticks capture my attention
seconds at a time. Catch? I don't think so.
B...[read poem]
Fetch? Balls and sticks capture my attention
seconds at a time. Catch? I don't think so.
B...
homo will not inherit
Downtown anywhere and between the roil
of bathhouse steam -- up there the linens of joy
an...[read poem]
Downtown anywhere and between the roil
of bathhouse steam -- up there the linens of joy
an...
isis: dorothy eady, 1924
I was never this beautiful.
I don't know if anyone can see how much more
I've become tonig...[read poem]
I was never this beautiful.
I don't know if anyone can see how much more
I've become tonig...
la belle et la bête
"My heart," he said, "is the heart
of a beast." What could she do
but love him? First she ...[read poem]
"My heart," he said, "is the heart
of a beast." What could she do
but love him? First she ...
messiah (christmas portions)
A little heat caught
in gleaming rags,
in shrouds of veil,
torn and sun-shot swaddl...[read poem]
A little heat caught
in gleaming rags,
in shrouds of veil,
torn and sun-shot swaddl...
sideshow
The goat without ears coughs
softly. Canvas flaps ripple,
starred banners; this is the ten...[read poem]
The goat without ears coughs
softly. Canvas flaps ripple,
starred banners; this is the ten...
sweet machine
Glisten fretting the indigo of a plum,
silvered chalk of moth-wing dust:
the young ...[read poem]
Glisten fretting the indigo of a plum,
silvered chalk of moth-wing dust:
the young ...
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