Lethe Poem by Hilda Doolittle

Lethe

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NOR skin nor hide nor fleece
Shall cover you,
Nor curtain of crimson nor fine
Shelter of cedar-wood be over you,
Nor the fir-tree
Nor the pine.

Nor sight of whin nor gorse
Nor river-yew,
Nor fragrance of flowering bush,
Nor wailing of reed-bird to waken you,
Nor of linnet,
Nor of thrush.

Nor word nor touch nor sight
Of lover, you
Shall long through the night but for this:
The roll of the full tide to cover you
Without question,
Without kiss.

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Cristobal Benjumea 01 March 2023

We and our butterfly, existence, blissfull lispings

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Hilda Doolittle

Hilda Doolittle

Bethlehem, Pennsylvania
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