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H. D (Poem 13) from THE WALLS DO NOT FALL

3 March 2019

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Doolittle, Hilda Trilogía (bilingual edition).

THE WALLS DO NOT FALL (Lumen) Trad. Natalia Carbajosa

Poem 13

 

The Presence was spectrum-blue,

ultimate blue ray

 

rare as radium, as healing;

my own self, wrapped round me,

 

was shroud (I speak of myself individually

but I was surrounded by companions

 

in this mystery);

do you wonder we are proud,

 

aloof,

indifferent to your good and evil?

 

peril, strangely encountered, strangely endured,

marks us;

 

we know each other

by secret symbols,

 

though, remote, speechless,

we pass each other on the pavement,

 

at the turn of the stair;

though no word pass between us,

 

there is subtle appraisement;

even if we snarl a brief greeting

 

or do not speak at all,

we know our Name,

 

we nameless initiates,

born of one mother,

 

companions

of the flame

 

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Criticism on H. D:

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/h-d

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