“...if you do not even understand what words say, how can you expect to pass judgement on what words conceal?”

Vanderlei Lopes

“remember the golden apple-trees;

O, do not pity them, as you watch them drop

one by one,

for they fall exhausted, numb, blind

but in certain ecstasy,

for theirs is the hunger for Paradise.” 

― H.D. (Hilda Doolittle)

Happy Birthday to Hilda Doolittle who was born in 1886 in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania, and grew up in Upper Darby. Writing under the pen name H.D., her work as a writer spanned five decades of the 20th century (1911-1961), and incorporates work in a variety of genres. She is known primarily as a poet, but she also wrote novels, memoirs, and essays and did a number of translations from the Greek. Her work is consistently unique and original, both reflecting and contributing to the avant-garde milieu that dominated the arts in London and Paris until the end of World War II. Immersed for decades in the intellectual crosscurrents of modernism, psychoanalysis, syncretist mythologies, and feminism, H.D. created a unique voice and vision that sought to bring meaning to the fragmented shards of a war-torn culture.Today she is read widely and admired for her innovative and experimental approaches to poetry.
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