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Ph., G.AdC TRIBUTE TO THE ANGELS [40] This is no rune nor symbol, what I mean is — it is so simple yet no trick of the pen or brush could capture that impression; what I wanted to indicate was a new phase, a new distinction of colour; I wanted to say, I did say there was no sheen, no reflection, no shadow; when I said white, I did not mean sculptor’s or painter’s white, nor porcelain; dim-white could not suggest it, for when is fresh-fallen snow (or snow in the act of falling) dim? yet even now, we stumble, we are lost — what can we say? she was not impalpable like a ghost, she was not awe-inspiring like a Spirit, she was not even over-whelming like an Angel. H.D. (Hilda Doolittle), Tribute to the Angels, Oxford University Press, London, 1945, in H.D., Trilogy, Oxford University Press, London, 1973 ; New Directions Paperbook, New York, 1998, page 106. |
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