To clear the drifts of spring
Of our forebear's excrements
And bury the subconscious archives
Under unaffected flowers
Indeed—
Our person is a covered entrance to infinity
Choked with the tatters of tradition
Goddesses and Young Gods
Caress the sanctity of Adolescence
In the shaft of the sun.
I am busy working to bring Mina Loy's "O Hell" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you later.
In the meantime, I invite you to explore the poem's themes, structure, and meaning. You can also check out the gallery for other musical arrangements or learn more about Mina Loy's life and contributions to literature.
Check back soon to experience how "O Hell" transforms when verse meets melody—a unique journey that makes poetry accessible, engaging, and profoundly moving in new ways.
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