tothecomrades: “Hell must break before I am lost; before I am lost, hell must open like a red rose for the dead to pass.” — H. D., from The Collected Poems of Hilda Doolittle: 1912-1944; “Eurydice,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
tothecomrades: “Hell must break before I am lost; before I am lost, hell must open like a red rose for the dead to pass.” — H. D., from The Collected Poems of Hilda Doolittle: 1912-1944; “Eurydice,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
tothecomrades: “Hell must break before I am lost; before I am lost, hell must open like a red rose for the dead to pass.” — H. D., from The Collected Poems of Hilda Doolittle: 1912-1944; “Eurydice,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
tothecomrades: “Hell must break before I am lost; before I am lost, hell must open like a red rose for the dead to pass.” — H. D., from The Collected Poems of Hilda Doolittle: 1912-1944; “Eurydice,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
tothecomrades: “Hell must break before I am lost; before I am lost, hell must open like a red rose for the dead to pass.” — H. D., from The Collected Poems of Hilda Doolittle: 1912-1944; “Eurydice,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
tothecomrades: “Hell must break before I am lost; before I am lost, hell must open like a red rose for the dead to pass.” — H. D., from The Collected Poems of Hilda Doolittle: 1912-1944; “Eurydice,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
tothecomrades: “Hell must break before I am lost; before I am lost, hell must open like a red rose for the dead to pass.” — H. D., from The Collected Poems of Hilda Doolittle: 1912-1944; “Eurydice,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
tothecomrades: “Hell must break before I am lost; before I am lost, hell must open like a red rose for the dead to pass.” — H. D., from The Collected Poems of Hilda Doolittle: 1912-1944; “Eurydice,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
tothecomrades: “Hell must break before I am lost; before I am lost, hell must open like a red rose for the dead to pass.” — H. D., from The Collected Poems of Hilda Doolittle: 1912-1944; “Eurydice,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
tothecomrades: “Hell must break before I am lost; before I am lost, hell must open like a red rose for the dead to pass.” — H. D., from The Collected Poems of Hilda Doolittle: 1912-1944; “Eurydice,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
tothecomrades: “Hell must break before I am lost; before I am lost, hell must open like a red rose for the dead to pass.” — H. D., from The Collected Poems of Hilda Doolittle: 1912-1944; “Eurydice,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
tothecomrades: “Hell must break before I am lost; before I am lost, hell must open like a red rose for the dead to pass.” — H. D., from The Collected Poems of Hilda Doolittle: 1912-1944; “Eurydice,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
tothecomrades: “Hell must break before I am lost; before I am lost, hell must open like a red rose for the dead to pass.” — H. D., from The Collected Poems of Hilda Doolittle: 1912-1944; “Eurydice,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
tothecomrades: “Hell must break before I am lost; before I am lost, hell must open like a red rose for the dead to pass.” — H. D., from The Collected Poems of Hilda Doolittle: 1912-1944; “Eurydice,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
tothecomrades: “Hell must break before I am lost; before I am lost, hell must open like a red rose for the dead to pass.” — H. D., from The Collected Poems of Hilda Doolittle: 1912-1944; “Eurydice,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
tothecomrades: “Hell must break before I am lost; before I am lost, hell must open like a red rose for the dead to pass.” — H. D., from The Collected Poems of Hilda Doolittle: 1912-1944; “Eurydice,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
tothecomrades: “Hell must break before I am lost; before I am lost, hell must open like a red rose for the dead to pass.” — H. D., from The Collected Poems of Hilda Doolittle: 1912-1944; “Eurydice,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
tothecomrades: “Hell must break before I am lost; before I am lost, hell must open like a red rose for the dead to pass.” — H. D., from The Collected Poems of Hilda Doolittle: 1912-1944; “Eurydice,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
tothecomrades: “Hell must break before I am lost; before I am lost, hell must open like a red rose for the dead to pass.” — H. D., from The Collected Poems of Hilda Doolittle: 1912-1944; “Eurydice,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
