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Hilda Doolittle Poems

  • Lethe
    NOR skin nor hide nor fleece
    Shall cover you,
    Nor curtain of crimson nor fine
    Shelter of cedar-wood be over you, ...
  • At Baia
    I should have thought
    in a dream you would have brought
    some lovely, perilous thing,
    orchids piled in a great sheath, ...
  • From Citron-bower
    From citron-bower be her bed,
    cut from branch of tree a-flower,
    fashioned for her maidenhead.
  • At Ithaca
    Over and back,
    the long waves crawl
    and track the sand with foam;
    night darkens, and the sea ...
  • Orchard
    I saw the first pear
    as it fell--
    the honey-seeking, golden-banded,
    the yellow swarm ...
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Flower 12 Great 10 Light 8 Wind 8 White 8 Sea 7 Gold 7 Bright 6 I Love You 6 God 6

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Literaturelove1: to discuss imagism (distilling a poem down to a concrete image) and hilda doolittle's mid-day "a split leaf crackles on the paved floor" (line 3) - dried, brown, crackly maple leaves for each student to experience in sensory ways. extra points if the leaf remnants cleaned up :)
Mariodefenza: poet hilda doolittle , 1924 photographed by man ray
Literaturelove1: today, in american lit - the magnificent carl sandburg. the beginning of "imagism" with william carlos williams. next time - hilda doolittle!
Shenglisa: so for your arrogance i am broken at last, i who had lived unconscious, who was almost forgot; […] before i am lost, hell must open like a red rose for the dead to pass. hilda doolittle
Tullie23: the pool by hilda doolittle are you alive? i touch you. you quiver like a sea-fish. i cover you with my net. what are you—banded one?
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William Cowper Poem
The Flatting-Mill. An Illustration
 by William Cowper

When a bar of pure silver or ingot of gold
Is sent to be flatted or wrought into length,
It is pass'd between cylinders often, and roll'd
In an engine of utmost mechanical strength.

Thus tortured and squeezed, at last it appears
Like a loose heap of ribbon, a glittering show,
Like music it tinkles and rings in your ears,

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