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H.D. (Hilda Doolittle) in the 1910s

White World  
by Hilda Doolittle
[from Hymen (1921)]

The whole white world is ours,
and the world, purple with rose-bays,
bays, bush on bush,
group, thicket, hedge and tree,
dark islands in a sea
of grey-green olive or wild white-olive,
cut with the sudden cypress shafts,
in clusters, two or three,
or with one slender, single cypress-tree.

Slid from the hill,
as crumbling snow-peaks slide,
citron on citron fill
the valley, and delight
waits till our spirits tire
of forest, grove and bush
and purple flower of the laurel-tree

Yet not one wearies,
joined is each to each
in happiness complete
with bush and flower:
ours is the wind-breath
at the hot noon-hour,
ours is the bee’s soft belly
and the blush of the rose-petal,
lifted, of the flower.

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[originally appeared in H.D.’s Hymen, published in 1921 by The Egoist Press (London)]

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