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9909-177 The Aspirant's RoadThe Tree

I stood still and was a tree amid the wood,

Knowing the truth of things unseen before;

Of Daphne and the laurel bow

And that god-feasting couple old

that grew elm-oak amid the wold.

‘Twas not until the gods had been

Kindly entreated, and been brought within

Unto the hearth of their heart’s home

That they might do this wonder thing;

Nathless I have been a tree amid the wood

And many a new thing understood

That was rank folly to my head before.

-Ezra Pound


I read the poem above by Ezra Pound years ago and put it away, not thinking too much about it.  I recently came across it again and saw so much more in it that pertained to my own view of the world, especially given my use of the tree as a symbol for the self and knowledge.  Interesting.

Here’s another Pound piece that I love for it’s use of language and its sheer thump and rhythm:

Ancient Music

Winter is icummen in, 
Lhude sing Goddamm. 
Raineth drop and staineth slop, 
And how the wind doth ramm! 
Sing: Goddamm. 

Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us, 
An ague hath my ham. 
Freezeth river, turneth liver, 
Damn you, sing: Goddamm. 

Goddamm, Goddamm, ’tis why I am, Goddamm, 
So ‘gainst the winter’s balm. 

Sing goddamm, damm, sing Goddamm. 
Sing goddamm, sing goddamm, DAMM. 

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