‘Adonis’ – Our Divine Spark


Poet, Hilda Doolittle (H.D.), was aware of the
divine within every single one of us:




Each of us like you,
has died once,
each of us like you
has passed through drift of wood-leaves,
cracked and bent
and tortured and unbent
in the winter frost,
the burnt into gold points,
lighted afresh,
crisp amber, scales of gold-leaf,
gold turned and re-welded
in the sun-heat;

each of us like you
has died once,
each of us has crossed an old wood-path
and found the winter leaves
so golden in the sun-fire
that even the live wood-flowers
were dark.


Not the gold on the temple-front
where you stand,
is as gold as this,
not the gold that fastens your sandal,
nor the gold reft
through your chiselled locks
is as gold as this last year’s leaf,
not all the golden hammered and wrought
and beaten
on your lover’s face,
brow and bare breast
is as golden as this:

each of us like you
has died once,
each of us like you
stands apart, like you
fit you be worshipped.


From the collection The God (1917)

Something to think about…

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