Ezra Pound

August 16, 2012 § Leave a comment

Be in me as the eternal moods
of the bleak wind, and not
As transient things are —
gaiety of flowers.
Have in me strong loneliness
of sunless cliffs
And of grey waters.
Let the gods speak softly of us
In days hereafter,
The shadowy flowers of Orcus
Remember thee.

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