Poem by Hilda Doolittle

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Whirl up, sea— 
Whirl your pointed pines. 
Splash your great pines 
On our rocks. 
Hurl your green over us— 
Cover us with your pools of fir.

1. From Citron-Bower
2. After Troy
3. The Mysteries Remain
4. Holy Satyr
5. Thetis

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