English Poetry. Hilda Doolittle. Acon. Хильда Дулитл.

Hilda Doolittle (Хильда Дулитл)

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’s other poems:

1. Holy Satyr
2. From Citron-Bower
3. The Pool
4. Cities
5. The Mysteries Remain

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