January 07, 2006
The man who fears war and squats opposingMy words for stour, hath no blood of crimson
But is fit only to rot in womanish peace
Far from where worth's won and the swords clash
For the death of such sluts I go rejoicing;
Yea, I fill all the air with my music.
-- Ezra Pound Sestina: Altaforte
Posted by Vanderleun at January 7, 2006 05:20 PM from American Digest