Hilda Doolittle - The Mysteries Remain

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The mysteries remain, I keep the same cycle of seed-time and of sun and rain; Demeter in the grass, I multiply, renew and bless Bacchus in the vine; I hold the law, I keep the mysteries true, the first of these to name the living, dead; I am the wine and bread. I keep the law, I hold the mysteries true, I am the vine, the branches, you and you. Hilda Doolittle poemhunter.com/poem/the-mysteries-remain/