The Pool

Are you alive?
I touch you.
You quiver like a sea-fish.
I cover you with my net.
What are you—banded one?

-- H. D. (1886-1961), Hilda Doolittle, memoirist, novelist, essayist, and modernist poet written as she expected her first child in 1915.

The Pool

Are you alive?
I touch you.
You quiver like a sea-fish.
I cover you with my net.
What are you—banded one?

-- H. D. (Hilda Doolittle) (1886-1961), American poet, novelist, essayist, and translator.; LGBTQ pioneer. This poem was written while she was expecting her first child with husband Richard Aldington.

Evening

The light passes 
from ridge to ridge, 
from flower to flower— 
the hepaticas, wide-spread 
under the light 
grow faint— 
the petals reach inward, 
the blue tips bend 
toward the bluer heart 
and the flowers are lost.

The cornel-buds are still white, 
but shadows dart
from the cornel-roots—
black creeps from root to root, 
each leaf 
cuts another leaf on the grass,
shadow seeks shadow,
then both leaf
and leaf-shadow are lost.

--H. D. (1886-1961), Angle-American poet