#at baia

[annandkirbyworld]

“lover to lover, no kiss, no touch, but forever and ever this”

[huong1952]

Hilda Dolittle - Imagist Poet

https://mypoeticside.com/poets/hilda-doolittle-poems

[luthienne]

some lovely, perilous thing,

H.D., from “At Baia”

[softromanticwanderer]

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[virgin-martyr]

I should have thought in a dream you would have brought  some lovely, perilous thing,  orchids piled in a great sheath,  as who would say (in a dream),  'I send you this,  who left the blue veins  of your throat unkissed.' Why was it that your hands  (that never took mine),  your hands that I could see  drift over the orchid-heads  so carefully,  your hands, so fragile, sure to lift  so gently, the fragile flower-stuff -  ah, ah, how was it  You never sent (in a dream)  the very form, the very scent,  not heavy, not sensuous,  but perilous - perilous -  of orchids, piled in a great sheath,  and folded underneath on a bright scroll,  some word:  'Flower sent to flower;  for white hands, the lesser white,  less lovely of flower-leaf,'  or  'Lover to lover, no kiss,  no touch, but forever and ever this.'

H.D., “At Baia”

[notsafeforplay-blog]

At Baia by H. D.

I should have thought in a dream you would have brought some lovely, perilous thing, orchids piled in a great sheath, as who would say (in a dream), "I send you this, who left the blue veins of your throat unkissed." Why was it that your hands (that never took mine), your hands that I could see drift over the orchid-heads so carefully, your hands, so fragile, sure to lift so gently, the fragile flower-stuff-- ah, ah, how was it You never sent (in a dream) the very form, the very scent, not heavy, not sensuous, but perilous--perilous-- of orchids, piled in a great sheath, and folded underneath on a bright scroll, some word: "Flower sent to flower; for white hands, the lesser white, less lovely of flower-leaf," or "Lover to lover, no kiss, no touch, but forever and ever this."

[adramoetic]

I should have thought in a dream you would have brought some lovely, perilous thing, orchids piled in a great sheath, as who would say (in a dream), "I send you this, who left the blue veins of your throat unkissed."

Hilda Doolittle, "At Baia"

[thetaxonomist-blog]

At Baia

I should have thought in a dream you would have brought some lovely, perilous thing, orchids piled in a great sheath, as who would say (in a dream), "I send you this, who left the blue veins of your throat unkissed." Why was it that your hands (that never took mine), your hands that I could see drift over the orchid-heads so carefully, your hands, so fragile, sure to lift so gently, the fragile flower-stuff-- ah, ah, how was it You never sent (in a dream) the very form, the very scent, not heavy, not sensuous, but perilous—perilous— of orchids, piled in a great sheath, and folded underneath on a bright scroll, some word: "Flower sent to flower; for white hands, the lesser white, less lovely of flower-leaf," or "Lover to lover, no kiss, no touch, but forever and ever this." HD