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Valus Knowflake Posts: 2692 From: Registered: Apr 2009
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posted April 29, 2010 04:33 AM
"In Greek mythology, an Oread or Orestiad (ὈñåÜäåò / ¼ñåóôéÜäåò from ὄñïò, "mountain") was a type of nymph that lived in mountains, valleys, ravines... They were associated with Artemis, since the goddess, when she went out hunting, preferred mounts and rocky precipices." http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oread
Oread -- by H.D.
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. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/H.D. (Hilda Doolittle)
"H.D. by the end of her career became not only the most gifted woman poet of our century, but one of the most original poets—the more I read her the more I think this—in our language." ~Alicia Ostriker, American Poetry Review
http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/234
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Valus Knowflake Posts: 2692 From: Registered: Apr 2009
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posted April 29, 2010 06:18 AM
''I have lain with strange lovers; each one was your power and steadiness that grew luminous.'' Born on September 10, 1886, in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania, Hilda Doolittle was the daughter of an astronomer, and she was reared in the strict Moravian tradition of her mother's family. She entered Bryn Mawr College in 1904 and while a student there formed friendships with Marianne Moore, a fellow student, and with Ezra Pound (to whom she was briefly engaged) and William Carlos Williams, who were at the nearby University of Pennsylvania.
Ill health forced her to leave college in 1906. Five years later she traveled to Europe for what was to have been a vacation but became a permanent stay, mainly in England and Switzerland. Her first published poems, sent to Poetry magazine by Pound, appeared under the initials H.D., which remained thereafter her nom de plume. Other poems appeared in Pound's anthology Des Imagistes (1914) and in the London journal The Egoist, edited by Richard Aldington, to whom she was married from 1913 to 1938. Doolittle was closely associated for much of her life with the British novelist Bryher (Annie Winifred Ellerman). H.D.'s first volume of verse, Sea Garden (1916), established her as an important voice among the radical young Imagist poets. Her subsequent volumes included Hymen (1921), Heliodora and Other Poems (1924), Red Roses for Bronze (1931), and a trilogy comprising The Walls Do Not Fall (1944), Tribute to the Angels (1945), and Flowering of the Rod (1946). Over the years her sharp, spare, classical, and rather passionless style took on rich mythological and mystic overtones. The Collected Poems of H.D. (1925 and 1940), Selected Poems of H.D. (1957), and Collected Poems 1912-1944 (1983) secured her position as a major 20th-century poet. She won additional acclaim for her translations (Choruses from the Iphigeneia in Aulis and the Hippolytus of Euripides [1919] and Euripides' Ion [1937]), for her verse drama (Hippolytus Temporizes [1927]), and for such prose works as Palimpsest (1926), Hedylus (1928), and, posthumously, The Gift (1982). Several of her books were autobiographical--including Bid Me to Live (1960), Tribute to Freud (1974), and End to Torment (1979). Helen in Egypt a volume of verse, was her last book, appearing shortly after her death in Zürich, Switzerland, on September 27, 1961. http://www.poemhunter.com/hilda-doolittle/biography/
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Valus Knowflake Posts: 2692 From: Registered: Apr 2009
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posted April 29, 2010 06:42 AM
Leda
Where the slow river meets the tide, a red swan lifts red wings and darker beak, and underneath the purple down of his soft breast uncurls his coral feet.
Through the deep purple of the dying heat of sun and mist, the level ray of sun-beam has caressed the lily with dark breast, and flecked with richer gold its golden crest.
Where the slow lifting of the tide, floats into the river and slowly drifts among the reeds, and lifts the yellow flags, he floats where tide and river meet.
Ah kingly kiss -- no more regret nor old deep memories to mar the bliss; where the low sedge is thick, the gold day-lily outspreads and rests beneath soft fluttering of red swan wings and the warm quivering of the red swan's breast.
~ H.D.
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Valus Knowflake Posts: 2692 From: Registered: Apr 2009
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posted April 29, 2010 06:54 AM
Sheltered Garden
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.
O for some sharp swish of a branch -- there is no scent of resin in this place, no taste of bark, of coarse weeds, aromatic, astringent -- only border on border of scented pinks.
Have you seen fruit under cover that wanted light -- pears wadded in cloth, protected from the frost, melons, almost ripe, smothered in straw?
Why not let the pears cling to the empty branch? All your coaxing will only make a bitter fruit -- let them cling, ripen of themselves, test their own worth, nipped, shrivelled by the frost, to fall at last but fair with a russet coat.
Or the melon -- let it bleach yellow in the winter light, even tart to the taste -- it is better to taste of frost -- the exquisite frost -- than of wadding and of dead grass.
For this beauty, beauty without strength, chokes out life.
I want wind to break, scatter these pink-stalks, snap off their spiced heads, fling them about with dead leaves -- spread the paths with twigs, limbs broken off, trail great pine branches, hurled from some far wood right across the melon-patch, break pear and quince -- leave half-trees, torn, twisted but showing the fight was valiant.
O to blot out this garden to forget, to find a new beauty in some terrible wind-tortured place.
~ H.D.
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mermaid26 Knowflake Posts: 307 From: just visiting you know Registered: Jun 2009
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posted April 29, 2010 11:32 AM
This is a most precious golden key for someone ever learning like me. I'm adding her to my list of study. So shall my words then flow less muddy.
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Valus Knowflake Posts: 2692 From: Registered: Apr 2009
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posted April 29, 2010 01:16 PM
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LEXX Moderator Posts: 1561 From: Still out looking for Schrödinger's cat.........& LEXIGRAMMING... is my Passion! Registered: Apr 2009
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posted April 29, 2010 01:24 PM
Amazing woman! ------------------ Everyone is a teacher... Everyone is a student... Learning is eternal. }><}}(*> .☆¨¯`♥ ¸.☆¨¯`♥ ¸.☆¨¯`♥ IP: Logged |
Valus Knowflake Posts: 2692 From: Registered: Apr 2009
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posted April 30, 2010 10:41 AM
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