English Poetry. Hilda Doolittle. Stars Wheel in Purple. Хильда Дулитл.

Hilda Doolittle (Хильда Дулитл)

Stars Wheel in Purple

Stars wheel in purple, yours is not so rare
as Hesperus, nor yet so great a star
as bright Aldeboran or Sirius,
nor yet the stained and brilliant one of War;

stars turn in purple, glorious to the sight;
yours is not gracious as the Pleiads are
nor as Orion’s sapphires, luminous;

yet disenchanted, cold, imperious face,
when all the others blighted, reel and fall,
your star, steel-set, keeps lone and frigid tryst
to freighted ships, baffled in wind and blast.

Hilda Doolittle’s other poems:

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

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