Night

Sometimes I get inspired late at night. I guess it means I get less sleep. But sometimes the space that presents itself just calls out to be filled.

Snippets from Ezra Pound's Cantos

in short shall we look for a deeper or is this the
bottom?

what whiteness will you add to this whiteness,
what candor?

and the greatest is charity
to be found among those who have not observed
regulations
not of course that we advocate--
and yet petty larceny
in a regime based on grand larceny

I don't know how humanity stands it
with a painted paradise at the end of it
without a painted paradise at the end of it
the dwarf morning-glory twines round the grass blade
magna NUX animae with Barabbas and 2 thieves beside me

nothing matters but the quality
of the affection--
in the end--that has carved the trace in the mind

What thou lov'st well remains,
the rest is dross
What thou lov'st well shall not be reft from thee
What thou lov'st well is thy true heritage
Whose world, or mine or theirs
or is it of none?