each in the name of its god
or longevity because as says Aristotle
philosophy is not for young men
their _Katholou_ can not be sufficiently derived from
their generalities cannot be born from a sufficient phalanx
lord of his work and master of utterance
who turneth his word in its season and shapes it
what do I love and
where are you?
That I lost my center
fighting the world.
The dreams clash
and are shattered--
and that I tried to make a paradiso
I have tried to write Paradise
Do not move
Let the wind speak
that is paradise.
Let the Gods forgive what I
Let those I love try to forgive
what I have made.
La faillite de Francois Bernourard, Paris
or a field of larks at Allegre,
"es laissa cader"
so high toward the sun and then falling
"de joi sas alas"
to set here the roads of France.
Two mice and a moth my guides --
To have heard the farfalla gasping
as toward a bridge over worlds.
That the kings meet in their island,
where no food is after flight from the pole
Milkweed the sustenance
as to enter arcanum.
To be men not destroyers.
(From Notes for CXVII et seq.)