Hilda Doolittle (10 September 1886 – 27 September 1961 / Bethlehem, Pennsylvania)
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From Citron-Bower
From citron-bower be her bed,
cut from branch of tree a-flower,
fashioned for her maidenhead.
From Lydian apples, sweet of hue,
cut the width of board and lathe,
carve the feet from myrtle-wood.
Let the palings of her bed
be quince and box-wood overlaid
with the scented bark of yew.
That all the wood in blossoming,
may calm her heart and cool her blood,
for losing of her maidenhood.
Hilda Doolittle
Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003
Read poems about / on: flower, tree, heart, lost
Poems by Hilda Doolittle : 10 / 30
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