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“Sheltered Garden,” by H.D.
I have had enough.
I gasp for breath.
Every way ends, every road,
every foot-path leads at last
to the hill-crest—
then you retrace your steps,
or find the same slope on the other side,
precipitate.
I have had enough—
border-pinks, clove-pinks, wax-lilies,
herbs, sweet-cress. […]
read the rest here: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/48189/sheltered-garden
[from Le Roman de la Rose, BL Egerton 1069]
• Hilda Doolittle (September 10, 1886 – September 27, 1961) was an American poet, novelist, and memoirist, associated with the early 20th-century avant-garde Imagist group of poets, including Ezra PoundandRichard Aldington. She published under the pen name H.D. More: https://www.google.com/search?q=hd+poet&rlz=1C5CHFA_enUS773US779&oq=hd+poet&aqs=chrome..69i57j46j0l2.2326j0j4&sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8
• The text of the Roman de la rose was begun around 1220, possibly by Guillaume de Lorris and continued by Jean de Meun between 1269-1278. It is around 20,000 octosyllabic lines of French verse narrating the dream of a young lover, in which the long quest he has undertaken ends when he breaches the castle of Jealousy and obtains the rose. More: http://www.bl.uk/catalogues/illuminatedmanuscripts/record.asp?MSID=8553&CollID=28&NStart=1069
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trapped in meanings that circulate like blood
Rosanna Warren, “Bonfires (Aeneid XI)”
H.D., Helen in Egypt
Rosanna Warren, “Turnus (Aeneid XII)”
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The poppy that my heart was,
formed to blind all mortals,
made to strike and gather hearts
like flame upon an altar,
fades and shrinks, a red leaf
drenched and torn in the cold rain.
‘Phaedra’,Hymen, H.D. (Hilda Doolittle)
(1921)
