For you are abstract,
making no mistake,
slurring no word
in the rhythm you make,
the poem,
writ in the air.
Hilda Doolittle
For you are abstract, making ...
Quotes from the same author
Every concrete object
has abstract value, is timeless
in the dream parallel.
Hilda Doolittle
I could not accept from wisdom
what love taught,
woman is perfect.
Hilda Doolittle
O happy, happy each
man whom predestined fate
leads to the holy rite
of hill and mountain worship.
Hilda Doolittle
I spit
honey out of my mouth:
nothing is second-best
after the sweet of Eros.
Hilda Doolittle
Long hours
trail in their purple
and long years are lost
in just this moment
while our souls are near,
our mouths separate.
Hilda Doolittle
