In for a Penny...in for a Pound!

Today’s offering is from Ezra Pound, a poet whom I never would have guessed I’d like---ever. Well, I’ve been proved wrong. :)

Histrion

No man hath dared to write this thing as yet,
And yet I know, how that the souls of all men great
At times pass through us,
And we are melted into them, and are not
Save reflexions of their souls.
Thus am I Dante for a space and am
One Francois Villon, ballad-lord and thief,
Or am such holy ones I may not write
Lest blasphemy be writ against my name;
This for an instant and the flame is gone.

'Tis as in midmost us there glows a sphere
Translucent, molten gold, that is the "I"
And into this some form projects itself:
Christus, or John, or eke the Florentine;
And as the clear space is not if a form's
Imposed thereon,
So cease we from all being for the time,
And these, the Masters of the Soul, live on.

--From New Selected Poems and Translations by E. Pound, edited by Richard Sieburth

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That’s it for now. I’m trying to learn touch-typing (from the lessons at http://www.typing-lessons.org/), and when I have, things may get more interesting here (as I’ll be able to make longer posts).

‘Till that time, though, I’ll keep on posting bits and pieces of the brilliance that already lives in the world, as I find them.

Peace.