Hilda Doolittle poems
Hilda Doolittle(10 September 1886 - 27 September 1961 / Bethlehem, Pennsylvania)
Helen
- by Hilda Doolittle 40
All Greece hatesthe still eyes in the white face,
the lustre as of olives
where she stands,
and the white hands.
All Greece reviles
the wan face when she smiles,
hating it deeper still
when it grows wan and white,
remembering past enchantments
and past ills.
Greece sees, unmoved,
God's daughter, born of love,
the beauty of cool feet
and slenderest knees,
could love indeed the maid,
only if she were laid,
white ash amid funereal cypresses.
Oread
- by Hilda Doolittle 40
Whirl up, sea—Whirl your pointed pines.
Splash your great pines
On our rocks.
Hurl your green over us—
Cover us with your pools of fir.