The Contest (by H.D.)

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H.D. (Hilda Doolittle) in the 1910s

The Contest
[from Sea Garden, 1916]

I

Your stature is modelled
with straight tool-edge:
you are chiselled like rocks
that are eaten into by the sea.

With the turn and grasp of your wrist
and the chords' stretch,
there is a glint like worn brass.

The ridge of your breast is taut,
and under each the shadow is sharp,
and between the clenched muscles
of your slender hips.

From the circle of your cropped hair
there is light,
and about your male torso
and the foot-arch and the straight ankle.

II

You stand rigid and mighty—
granite and the ore in rocks;
a great band clasps your forehead
and its heavy twists of gold.

You are white—a limb of cypress
bent under a weight of snow.

You are splendid,
your arms are fire;
you have entered the hill-straits-—
a sea treads upon the hill-slopes.

III

Myrtle is about your head,
you have bent and caught the spray:
each leaf is sharp
against the lift and furrow
of your bound hair.

The narcissus has copied the arch
of your slight breast:
your feet are citron-flowers,
your knees, cut from white-ash,
your thighs are rock-cistus.

Your chin lifts straight
from the hollow of your curved throat.
your shoulders are level—
they have melted rare silver
for their breadth.

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  • 8/15/2009 5:03 AM jim wrote:
    i often wonder that, although academic poetry seems to owe everything to the school of ``imagists``(h.d. among the chiefest of their number), the academy does not make manifest their indebtedness...in other words, i humbly suggest that is a simple matter to trace the,``show, don`t tell``pedagogic method employed in university creative writing programs, SOLELY to the ~~imagists~~this obvious fact, however,seems to elude the professorial class, who would rather him/haw and obfuscate, rather than speak their PROSE bluntly and without subterfuge...
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  • 8/15/2009 11:08 AM Elena wrote:
    As a retired prof I find Jim's comment thoughtful and indicative of what we often miss in trying to "analyze" poetry. Descriptions in imagery often do obfuscate the meaning and confuse the reader. I presume this poem is a description of the image of a Roman statue with the "show but don't tell" in words that plaster this statue with
    thoughts that cannot be made clear to the mind of the reader and cover the meaning with sea mist. And I'm not talking about just pedagogy but literary criticism as I perceive it.
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