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Poem by Hilda Doolittle


Acon


Bear me to Dictaeus,
and to the steep slopes;
to the river Erymanthus. 

I choose spray of dittany,
cyperum, frail of flower,
buds of myrrh,
all-healing herbs,
close pressed in calathes. 

For she lies panting,
drawing sharp breath,
broken with harsh sobs.
she, Hyella,
whom no god pities.



Hilda Doolittle


Hilda Doolittle's other poems:
  1. After Troy
  2. Lais
  3. Nossis
  4. Centaur Song
  5. Heliodora


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