O you who lie so still,
That I can feel your silence,
Hills silent as the starlight,
Another world upturned;
O you who hold me, the hills;
I have kissed your misty veils,
I have wished upon your skies
That another time might come,
When pearls would drift,
Like seaweed borne by tides,
Your green, white
In answer to the stillness.

• Hilda Doolittle HD

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