Uploaded on August 27, 2011
Italian Campagna 1309, the open road
Bah! I have sung women in three cities,
But it is all the same;
And I will sing of the sun.
Lips, words, and you snare them,
Dreams, words, and they are as jewels,
Strange spells of old deity,
Ravens, nights, allurement:
And they are not;
Having become the souls of song. …
—Ezra Pound
Selected Poems of Ezra Pound
08.27.2023: It was Luke’s birthday, and I’m a bit surprised that I didn’t use a photo and poem consistent with that. It must have been a day.