For Bryher And Perdita

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Title:     For Bryher And Perdita
Author: H. D. [More Titles by D.]

They said:
she is high and far and blind
in her high pride,
but now that my head is bowed
in sorrow, I find
she is most kind.

We have taken life, they said,
blithely, not groped in a mist
for things that are not--
are if you will, but bloodless--
why ask happiness of the dead?
and my heart bled.

Ah, could they know
how violets throw strange fire,
red and purple and gold,
how they glow
gold and purple and red
where her feet tread.

[The end]
(Hilda Doolittle) H. D.'s poem: For Bryher And Perdita

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