[I go where I love and where I am loved]

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Today in poetry, I read HD. And continued working on my first long form cut-up essay ✂️✂️✨ @amicusadastra @tant_bettika @carl.abrahamsson #HD #hildadoolittle #poetry #poet #poetsofinstagram #cutups https://www.instagram.com/p/ChVLCU8L4aO/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

- there was a Helen before there was a war, but who remembers her..!! ⚔️

~•~•~•~•~ Flying back to my favourite city, Lisbon, tomorrow for a week long poetry retreat and workshop. Finally got my presentation on H.D. finished tonight. She was a pioneer and founding member of the Imagiste movement but so very much more than that. Modernism and poetry as a whole owes so much to this amazing and often overlooked poetry genius. ~•~•~•~•~• #lisbon #portugal #lisboa #hd #hildadoolittle #americanpoetry #modernist #modernistpoetry #imagiste #imagist #anamericaninlondon #feminist #feminism #poetry #poems #me : #pagan #poet #southlondon #london #uk #bjc2019 #art #artist #deadbird (at Borough of Croydon, Croydon) https://www.instagram.com/p/BtKMfqVjacg/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=14thx3h6fg67n

1. Each of us like you has died once, has passed through drift of wood-leaves, cracked and bent and tortured and unbent in the winter-frost, the burnt into gold points, lighted afresh, crisp amber, scales of gold-leaf, gold turned and re-welded in the sun; each of us like you has died once, each of us has crossed an old wood-path and found the winter-leaves so golden in the sun-fire that even the live wood-flowers were dark. #poetry #hildadoolittle #hd #poem #poet #death #rebirth #art #moth #arrow #nature #gods #voiceofthebard #poeticwisdom #poetictherapy #vehemenceandemergence Please tag artist.

“Ah, hayatı ya da sevgiliyi özlediğimi asla, asla, hiç yazmadım” #hd #hildadoolittle (Tarihi Yeldeğirmeni Mahallesi)

A spiritual testimony, a book of conjuration, ritual and collective healing, H.D.'s long poetic sequence Trilogy was begun during the London Blitz and testifies to the human need to retain and perpetuate sacred truths in a world become a senseless slaughterhouse. Like most of her poems, but especially in these later ones, I'm awed by how each poem is so pristinely sculpted to almost feel like a small shrine. Here, in the woods, as I write about pilgrimage and memory, I like to open this book at random, see what the page evokes, see where these compact stanzas take me. (The notion of using Trilogy as something of a hymnal was suggested by Robert Duncan in his The H.D. Book)..and just now trying to write about ancestors and strangers, I turned to this page. "The experienced stranger"...indeed, I feel I've met a few and that they now will never leave me, much to my benefit. May I retain the eyes and words to cross paths with many more... #hildadoolittle (at Byrdcliffe Colony)