H. D. (Hilda Doolittle) | At Baia
« Poésie d’un jour » 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 … Lire plus