Let's hear from il miglior fabbro himself:
And if you will say that this tale teaches .
a lesson, or that the Reverend Eliot
has found a more natural language . you who think
get through hell in a hurry .
That day there was cloud over Zoagli
And for three days snow cloud over the sea
Banked like a line of mountains.
Snow fell. Or rain fell stolid, a wall of lines
So that you could see where the air stopped open
and where the rain fell beside it
Or the snow fell beside it.
After 57 years of reading Pound I am just beginning to sense the metrical
beauty of these lines.