She lived obscurely with the illusion - which is not entirely an illusion - that if the artist gets on with his art all will be well.
It is not entirely an illusion at all. It is what is called vocation.
H. D. was one of the poets I read when I was young who made me want to write poems myself. She gave me the sense that poems said things best. I can still remember the thrill I had after reading "Pear Tree" in the Holmesburg Branch of the Free Library when I was maybe 15. I fell in love with her voice. And that love has never faded.
This is an excellent account of her work. Read the whole thing.
H. D. was one of the poets I read when I was young who made me want to write poems myself. She gave me the sense that poems said things best. I can still remember the thrill I had after reading "Pear Tree" in the Holmesburg Branch of the Free Library when I was maybe 15. I fell in love with her voice. And that love has never faded.
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