"Quand un salon littéraire devient un boudoir pour dames"
11 Juillet 2012
Stars wheel in purple, yours is not so rare
as Hesperus, nor yet so great a star
as bright Aldeboran or Sirius,
nor yet the stained and brilliant one of War ;
stars turn in purple, glorious to the sight ;
yours is not gracious as the Pleiads are
nor as Orion's sapphires, luminous ;
yet disenchanted, cold, imperious face,
when all the others blighted, reel and fall,
your star, steel-set, keeps lone and frigid tryst
to freighted ships, baffled in wind and blast.
Hilda Doolittle, Let Zeus Record