<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=410187" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sheltered Garden</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have had enough. <br>I gasp for breath. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Every way ends, every road, <br>every foot-path leads at last <br>to the hill-crest -- <br>then you retrace your steps, <br>or find the same slope on the other side, <br>precipitate. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have had enough -- <br>border-pinks, clove-pinks, wax-lilies, <br>herbs, sweet-cress. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O for some sharp swish of a branch -- <br>there is no scent of resin <br>in this place, <br>no taste of bark, of coarse weeds, <br>aromatic, astringent -- <br>only border on border of scented pinks. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Have you seen fruit under cover <br>that wanted light -- <br>pears wadded in cloth, <br>protected from the frost, <br>melons, almost ripe, <br>smothered in straw? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why not let the pears cling <br>to the empty branch? <br>All your coaxing will only make <br>a bitter fruit -- <br>let them cling, ripen of themselves, <br>test their own worth, <br>nipped, shrivelled by the frost, <br>to fall at last but fair <br>with a russet coat. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or the melon -- <br>let it bleach yellow <br>in the winter light, <br>even tart to the taste -- <br>it is better to taste of frost -- <br>the exquisite frost -- <br>than of wadding and of dead grass. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For this beauty, <br>beauty without strength, <br>chokes out life. <br>I want wind to break, <br>scatter these pink-stalks, <br>snap off their spiced heads, <br>fling them about with dead leaves -- <br>spread the paths with twigs, <br>limbs broken off, <br>trail great pine branches, <br>hurled from some far wood <br>right across the melon-patch, <br>break pear and quince -- <br>leave half-trees, torn, twisted <br>but showing the fight was valiant. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O to blot out this garden <br>to forget, to find a new beauty <br>in some terrible <br>wind-tortured place.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Hilda+Doolittle">Hilda Doolittle</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=410187" data-title="Sheltered Garden de Hilda Doolittle" data-description="I have had enough. I gasp for breath. Every way ends, every road, every foot-path leads at last to the hill-crest -- then you retrace your steps, or find the same slope on the other side, precipitate. I have had enough -- border-pinks, ..."></div> </div> </div>

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