This fortnight we’ll be looking at H.D or Hilda Doolittle.
H.D was one of the original ‘imagist’ poems, as well as the author of the extraordinary novel Hermione. She called her daughter Perdita, fittingly.
Her memoir of Freud, A Tribute to Freud, is also well worth your time.
Things to think about? H.D is an imagiste. That means trying to eschew techniques like metaphor or simile, to write the image of the thing. How does this affect the poetry? What do you think of it? Does she succeed?