"Serenely in the crystal jet
as the bright ball that the fountain tosses
(Verlaine) as diamond clearness
How soft the wind under Taishan
where the sea is remembered
out of hell, the pit
out of the dust and glare evil
Zephyrus/ Apeliota
This liquid is certainly a
property of the mind
nec accidente est but an element
in the mind’s make-up
est agens and functions dust to a fountain pan otherwise
Hast ‘ou seen the rose in the steel dust
(or swansdown ever?)
so light is the urging, so ordered the dark petals of iron
we who have passed over Lethe."
Ezra Pound, The Pisan Cantos
"
But we fight for life,
we fight, they say, for breath,
so what good are your scribblings?
this-we take them with us
beyond death; Mercury, Hermes, Thoth
invented the script, letters, palette;
the indicated flute or lyre-notes
on papyrus or parchment
are magic, indelibly stamped
on the atmosphere somewhere
H.D., Trilogy
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