This post just appeared on the pound list, and I couldn't resist fwd it
-- "lord of his work and master of utterance / who turneth his word in
its season and shapes it"


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Subject: Re: mandala
Date: Fri, 10 Jan 2003 09:35:32 -0500
From: Tim Romano <[log in to unmask]>
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Not gazing inward at the obscure harmonies of abstract geometric pattern
but outward at the variety in the flora and fauna and feeling the
connectedness of Art with all of Nature gave Pound a feeling of
and well-being, the sense of heaven-on-earth:

         Yet to walk with Mozart, Agassiz and Linnaeus
                ' neath overhanging air under sun-beat
           Here take thy mind's space
           And to this garden, Marcella, ever seeking by petal, by
                           out of dark, and toward half-light


         And for one beautiful day there was peace.
                  Brancusi's bird
                                    in the hollow of pine trunks
         or when the snow was like sea foam
                    Twilit sky leaded with elm boughs.
         Under the Rupe Tarpeia
                      weep out your jealousies--
         To make a church
                      or an altar to Zagreus [ZAGREUS]
         Son of Semele  [SEMELE]
         Without jealousy
                 like the double arch of a window
         Or some great colonnade.

         M'amour, m'amour
                 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


         or a field or 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.

Tim Romano

At 12:30 AM 1/10/03 +0500, Maia Chankseliani wrote:
>Can someone tell me exact examples of using Mandala archetype in ''The