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Vue sur le massif du Mezenc depuis les monts du Devès (Haute-Loire): photo by Technob105, 2008
La faillite de Francois Bernouard, Paris
or a field of larks at Allègre,
........."es laissa cader"
so high toward the sun and then falling,
........."de joi sas alas"
to set here the roads of France.
or a field of larks at Allègre,
........."es laissa cader"
so high toward the sun and then falling,
........."de joi sas alas"
to set here the roads of France.
Flying Skylark (Alauda arvensis), Frankfurt, Germany: photo by Quartl, 2010
Two mice and a moth my guides --
to have heard the farfalla gasping
...... as toward a bridge over worlds.
to have heard the farfalla gasping
...... as toward a bridge over worlds.
Small mouse eating at an oak leaf, near Lisse, The Netherlands: photo by Jens Buurgaard Nielsen, 2006
Emperor Gum Moth (Opodiphthera eucalypti): photo by Fir0002, 2004
That the kings meet in their island,
........ where no food is after flight from the pole.
........ where no food is after flight from the pole.
Monarch butterflies, Iowa: photo by FatherofJGKlein, c. 2001
Milkweed the sustenance
..........to enter arcanum.
..........to enter arcanum.
Monarch butterfly feeding on flowers of Swamp Milkweed (Asclepia incarnata), Illinois: photo by Teune, 2007
To be men not destroyers.
Monarch butterfly, Libya: photo by Victor Komiyenko, 2010
La faillite...: Ezra Pound, fragment of Canto CXIX, c. 1969, from The Cantos of Ezra Pound
a field of larks at Allègre: see:
I am walking from Le Puy to Clermont for the sake of the open country... I found myself... at 2:15 in Allègre... it is pleasant to walk thru crumpled pine woods & in one place flat to the sky line. A square field of bachelor's buttons...
a field of larks at Allègre: see:
I am walking from Le Puy to Clermont for the sake of the open country... I found myself... at 2:15 in Allègre... it is pleasant to walk thru crumpled pine woods & in one place flat to the sky line. A square field of bachelor's buttons...
Allègre
the joyous
the joyous
Ezra Pound, July 1912 journal entry, from The Auvergne, in A Walking Tour in Southern France: Ezra Pound Among the Troubadours, ed. Richard Sieburth (1992)
"es laissa cader": see:
The first great "finder" ... Bernart of Ventadorn (1148-95)... was one of low degree ... Becoming a "fair man and skilled," and knowing how to make poetry, and being courteous and learned, he is honored by the Viscount of Ventadorn; makes songs to the Countess; makes one too many songs to the Countess...
The best known of Ventadorn's songs runs as follows:
.................................Quant ieu vey la' lauzeta mover
.................................De joi sas alas contral ray
.................................De joi sas alas contral ray
When I see the lark a-moving
For joy his wings against the sunlight,
Who forgets himself and lets himself fall...
Ezra Pound, from Proença, in The Spirit of Romance (1910)
To have heard the farfalla gasping: see:
But in the great love, bewildered
farfalla in tempesta
under rain in the dark
from Canto XCII (1954)
That the kings meet in their island: see:
...the king-wings in migration
And in thy mind beauty, O Artemis
from Canto CVI (1959)
amen, tom.
ReplyDeletewhat could be more steadying than a word from the guardian at the Lion Gate, Novum Arcanum
ReplyDelete...in shaky times like these
Tom,
ReplyDeleteAh, thanks for these Tom -- Pound in moments like these saying it like it is, as they say. Pleasure to find amidst all this fog. . . .
8.20
light coming into fog against invisible
ridge, song sparrow calling from branch
in foreground, sound of wave in channel
approach news of local scene,
“sunset over the field”
“point” of which, appearance,
“sequence” of different
grey-white of fog against top of ridge,
whiteness of gull flapping to the left
"song sparrow"
ReplyDeleteThere is austerity and melancholy in the last Cantos, but here a passage of uplift, the spirits picked up on the wings of a memory of walking the roads of France, and the falling lark in the Bernart song who has let go, out of joy, his "hold" on the sky... the feeling of wavering in air then carrying over into the tossing of the king-wings over the perilous bridge across worlds -- EP fascinated by the idea of a polar migration in the world of lepidoptera...
The stuttering/wavering movement in "The Return" made me think of this passage (a similar sort of sense occurs in Olson's Hotel Steinplatz "heart attack" poem, with the snow flurries...)
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ReplyDeletePound: as a bridge over worlds
ReplyDeleteI think that Ezra Pound was a friend (and 'champion') of Kay Sage
... and many, many, many others
here a painting of Sage's:
"Danger, Construction Ahead", 1940.
http://www.tendreams.org/sage/Danger,%20Construction%20Ahead,%201940%201ac.jpg
here as many of The Surrealists (poets, painters, men and women)(s)
(sd"used"
'bridges' (from world-to-world) in their work(s).
doors windows birds watches rubble
left for "us" to use as materials for re:building (?)
Thanks, Tom ... the butterfly, and his memory of it, harkens to the imagist phase and the first wave of haiku influence ... beautiful.
ReplyDelete"Two mice and a moth my guides ..."
Don
Thank you Don, and likewise for stopping in at taking Leave from a Friend.
ReplyDeleteWicked cold wet bonechilled morning here, good to have a wise traveling companion.