Grattis Ezra och Gilles

Ezra Pound

30 oktober 1885-1 november 1972

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Middle-Aged

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‘Tis but a vague, invarious delight
As gold that rains about some buried king.
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As the fine flakes,
When tourists frolicking
Stamp on his roof or in the glazing light
Try photographs, wolf down their ale and cakes
And start to inspect some further pyramid;
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As the fine dust, in the hid cell
Beneath their transitory step and merriment,
Drifts through the air, and the sarcophagus
Gains yet another crust
Of useless riches for the occupant,
So I, the fires that lit once dreams
Now over and spent,
Lie dead within four walls
And so now love
Rains down and so enriches some stiff case,
And strews a mind with precious metaphors,
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And so the space
Of my still consciousness
Is full of gilded snow,
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The which, no cat has eyes enough
To see the brightness of.
............. ............ Ezra Pound

Georges Albert Édouard Brutus Gilles de la Tourette

30 oktober 1857-26 maj 1904