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.
golden retrievals
Fetch? Balls and sticks capture my attention
seconds at a time. Catch? I don't think so.
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seconds at a time. Catch? I don't think so.
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fog
The crested iris by the front gate waves
its blue flags three days, exactly,
then t...[read poem]
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its blue flags three days, exactly,
then t...
difference
The jellyfish
float in the bay shallows
like schools of clouds,
a dozen identi...[read poem]
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float in the bay shallows
like schools of clouds,
a dozen identi...
homo will not inherit
Downtown anywhere and between the roil
of bathhouse steam -- up there the linens of joy
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of bathhouse steam -- up there the linens of joy
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messiah (christmas portions)
A little heat caught
in gleaming rags,
in shrouds of veil,
torn and sun-shot swaddl...[read poem]
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in gleaming rags,
in shrouds of veil,
torn and sun-shot swaddl...
a display of mackerel
They lie in parallel rows,
on ice, head to tail,
each a foot of luminosity
bar...[read poem]
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on ice, head to tail,
each a foot of luminosity
bar...
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]
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I don't know if anyone can see how much more
I've become tonig...
demolition
The intact facade's now almost black
in the rain; all day they've torn at the back
of the ...[read poem]
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in the rain; all day they've torn at the back
of the ...
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]
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of a beast." What could she do
but love him? First she ...
sideshow
The goat without ears coughs
softly. Canvas flaps ripple,
starred banners; this is the ten...[read poem]
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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]
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silvered chalk of moth-wing dust:
the young ...
atlantis
"I've been having these
awful dreams, each a little different,
though the core's the same ...[read poem]
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awful dreams, each a little different,
though the core's the same ...
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