From Citron-Bower Poem by Hilda Doolittle

From Citron-Bower

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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.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Cristobal Benjumea 01 March 2023

Simplisticaly, speaking, describes love beauty

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Susan Williams 02 April 2018

Hilda Doolittle! You surprised me! ! ! You have unplumbed depths, I see

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Hilda Doolittle

Hilda Doolittle

Bethlehem, Pennsylvania
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