H.D: The Flowering of the Rod
O, give me burning blue
and brittle burnt sea-weed
above the tide-line,
as I stand, still unsatisfied,
under the long shadow-on-snow of the pine.
November 22, 2024 · 10 Comments
H.D: Sheltered Garden
Every way ends, every road,
every foot-path leads at last
to the hill-crest
August 11, 2023 · 4 Comments
T.S. Eliot: Rhapsody on a Windy Night
The memory throws up high and dry
A crowd of twisted things
December 9, 2022 · 8 Comments
H.D. (Hilda Doolittle): The Walls Do Not Fall
tendons, muscles shattered, outer husk dismembered,
yet the frame held:
we passed the flame: we wonder
what saved us? what for?
August 20, 2021 · Leave a comment
H.D.: Evening
shadow seeks shadow,
then both leaf
and leaf-shadow are lost
July 2, 2021 · Leave a comment
H.D: Evening
The light passes from ridge to ridge, from flower to flower— the hepaticas, wide-spread under the light grow faint— the petals reach inward, the blue tips bend toward the bluer … Continue reading
June 29, 2018 · Leave a comment
