Do you ever wonder about the life form of an angel?...
Poet H.D. takes herself a close look at the life form of an angel: I can not invent it, I said it was agate. I I said, it lived, it gave-- fragrance--was near enough to explain that quality for which there is no name; I do not want to name it, I want to watch its faint heartbeat, pulsebeat as it... Sign in to see full entry.