21 Hilda Doolittle Quotes

Hilda Doolittle quotes

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1. That way of inspiration is always open, and open to everyone; it acts as go-between, interpreter, it explains symbols of the past in to-day's imagery.

2. Could beauty be beaten out, O youth the cities have sent to strike at each other's strength, it is you who have kept her alight.

3. The Christos-image is most difficult to disentangle from its art-craft junk-shop paint-and-plaster medieval jumble of pain-worship and death-symbol.

4. When you would think, "what was the use of it," you'll remember something you can't grasp and you'll wonder what it was.

5. The quivering of Psyche's butterflies.

6. Thoth, Hermes, the stylus, the palette, the pen, the quill endure, though our books are a floor of smouldering ash under our feet.

7. My eye-balls are glass, my limbs marble, my face fixed in its marble mask.

8. The things I have are nameless, old and true; they may not be named; few may live and know.

9. Soft are the hands of Love, but what soft hands clutched at the thorny ground, scratched like a small white ferret or foraging whippet or hound.

10. The elixir of life, the philosopher's stone is yours if you surrender sterile logic, trivial reason.

11. Until it seems the whole city will be covered with gold pollen shaken from the bell-towers, lilies plundered with the weight of massive bees . . .

12. Alas, day, you brought light, You trailed splendour You showed us god: I salute you, most precious one, But I go to a new place, Another life.

13. Let Love step down, open the clasped hands, forfeit the thorny crown, retrieve the garment that was whole, body and spirit one, spirit and soul.

14. (Those women whom the distaff no longer claims nor spun cloth) driven made, mad, mad by Bacchus.