After reading H.D., I can say that I don't mind Imagism in general, but I didn't particularly love H.D. To be specific, I mainly just didn't enjoy her war trilogy poems. I thought that the religious imagery was boring and I really struggled to pay attention in class on Wednesday. (Sorry, Dr. Johnson). The illustrations of Mary used in class were a little helpful and interesting, but at that point, my brain had just turned off.
What I did enjoy were the few other imagist poems of H.D.'s that reminded me of romantic poetry. I really like the nature aspect of those poems. "Oread" provided a nice little snapshot of the sea splashing on the rocks. I liked "Mid-Day" too because of the idea of the continuity of nature. At the end of the poem she says "O poplar, you are great/ among the hill-stones, /while I perish on the path/ among the crevices of the rocks." It's like she is saying that although we will come and go, nature will live on. There were other poems by H.D. that I kind of only understood bits and pieces of. For example, in "Garden" I didn't fully get the first part, but the second part I was able to sort of relate to. "O wind, rend open the heat,/ cut apart the heat,/ rend it to tatters" reminded me of growing up in Florida where you pray for a wind to break up the heat that is like a blanket at times.
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