#HildaDoolittle (1886-1961), who published under her initials as H.D., as you might, too, if you were a woman trying to publish in 1913. She’s still my girl.

If you’ve never read poet Hilda Doolittle and you love the sea you are seriously missing out - I was looking for a quote for Act 3 of my contemporary fiction manuscript and found Hilda. So grateful!

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"she carries a book but it is not
the tome of the ancient wisdom,

the pages, I imagine, are the blank pages
of the unwritten volume of the new

she is Psyche, the butterfly,
out of the cocoon."

Remembering one of my favourite poets, H.D. (Hilda Doolittle), on her birthday.

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luminous,
unfearful;
high-priestesses,
our fervour
shall banish
all evil.
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Hilda Doolittle American poet Hilda Doolittle, also known as H. D., was BOTD in 1886. Born in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania to a wealthy middle -class family, she studied at Bryn Mawr College where she had her first les…

American Imagist poet and chaotic bisexual Hilda Doolittle, also known as H. D., was BOTD in 1886. #hd #hildadoolittle #supergays #bornonthisday

Poems: www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/h-d

✒️ #HildaDoolittle, American poet (Imagist movement, wrote under the pen name H.D.), was #BOTD 10 September 1886. #Poetry #Literature

Vision of the Womb and Vision of the Brain: H.D. on the Two Kinds of Seeing and the Key to Over-mind Consciousness “One must be a seer, make oneself a seer,” Arthur Rimbaud wrote, “by a long, gigantic and rational derangement of all the senses.” As more and more of our senses are being a…

« H.D. would devote her life to undoing the damage Descartes has done to our cultural mythos, insisting instead on the synthesis of body and mind, of spirituality and sexuality, of love and reason. » www.themarginalian.org/2025/07/02/h...

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O wind, rend open the heat, cut apart the heat, rend it to tatters. Fruit cannot drop through this thick air— fruit cannot fall into heat that presses up and blunts the points of pears and rounds the grapes. Cut the heat— plough through it, turning it on either side of your path.

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Heat by Hilda Doolittle (HD)

O wind, rend open the heat, cut apart the heat, rend it to tatters. Fruit cannot drop through this thick air— fruit cannot fall into heat that presses up and blunts the points of pears and rounds the grapes. Cut the heat— plough through it, turning it on either side of your path.

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#Poem
#BlueskyPoetry
#HildaDoolittle

Heat by H.D.