[Unnamed collage from H.D.’s scrapbook containing photographs of the observatory at Upper Darby and classical Greek photographs and prints].
poets are useless,
more than that,
we, authentic relic,
bearers of the secret wisdom,
of the inner band
of the sanctuaries’ initiate,
are not only ‘non-utilitarian’,
we are ‘pathetic’:
this is the new heresy;
but if you do not even understand what words say,
how can you expect to pass judgement
on what words conceal?
“The Walls Do Not Fall” 
The “you” shifts throughout the first sections of the poem: first it is the initiate / reader, but it also at times becomes a critic of H.D.’s project (as in this passage above) of the poem, itself, and of the spiritual project that the poem manifests. This passage illustrates one of the many times thruout Trilogy wwhen H.D. completely abandons imagism / vorticism for a more didactic argument. Personally, I find these moments refreshing and intelligent. On the other hand, the linebreaks really go slack to serve the argument, and the language itself, altho still containing a remnant of rhythm, loses much of the texture that some of the other sections blossom within. A line like “but if you do not even understand what words say,” contains nothing but the argument of the line. Despite this, I find the argument here quite compelling: that poets are the “bearers of secret wisdom” — that words may conceal that secret wisdom and it is there for us, the initiates, to enter the inner sanctuaries of meaning.
OPEN QUESTIONS: Do you believe that poets are the “bearers of the secret wisdom”? What is this wisdom? Or has Language Poetry proved this romantic idea to be false? Do you agree / disagree that poets are “useless” and “non-utilitarian” and “pathetic”? What do words conceal? Well, maybe there will be some responses.