Ezra Pound - Canto LXXXI lyrics

Zeus lies in Ceres' bosom Taishan is attended of loves under Cythera, before sunrise And he said: “Hay aquí mucho catolicismo—(sounded catolithismo y muy poco reliHion.” and he said: “Yo creo que los reyes desparecen” (Kings will, I think, disappear) This was Padre José Elizondo in 1906 and in 1917 or about 1917 and Dolores said: “Come pan, niño,” eat bread, me lad Sargent had painted her before he descended (i.e. if he descended but in those days he did thumb sketches, impressions of the Velázquez in the Museo del Prado and books cost a peseta, bra** candlesticks in proportion, hot wind came from the marshes and d**h-chill from the mountains. And later Bowers wrote: “but such hatred, I have never conceived such” and the London reds wouldn't show up his friends (i.e. friends of Franco working in London) and in Alcázar forty years gone, they said: go back to the station to eat you can sleep here for a peseta” goat bells tinkled all night and the hostess grinned: Eso es luto, haw! mi marido es muerto (it is mourning, my husband is dead) when she gave me a paper to write on with a black border half an inch or more deep, say 5/8ths, of the locanda “We call all foreigners frenchies” and the egg broke in Cabranez' pocket, thus making history. Basil says they beat drums for three days till all the drumheads were busted (simple village fiesta) and as for his life in the Canaries… Possum observed that the local portagoose folk dance was danced by the same dancers in divers localities in political welcome… the technique of demonstration Cole studied that (not G.D.H., Horace) “You will find” said old André Spire, that every man on that board (Crédit Agricole) has a brother-in-law “You the one, I the few” said John Adams speaking of fears in the abstract to his volatile friend Mr Jefferson. (To break the pentameter, that was the first heave) or as Jo Bard says: they never speak to each other, if it is baker and concierge visibly it is La Rouchefoucauld and de Maintenon audibly. “Te cavero le budella” “La corata a te” In less than a geological epoch said Henry Mencken “Some cook, some do not cook some things cannot be altered” 'Iugx. . . . . 'emòn potí dwma aòn andra What counts is the cultural level, thank Benin for this table ex packing box “doan yu tell no one I made it” from a mask fine as any in Frankfurt “It'll get you offn th' groun” Light as the branch of Kuanon And at first disappointed with shoddy the bare ram-shackle quais, but then saw the high buggy wheels and was reconciled, George Santayana arriving in the port of Boston and kept to the end of his life that faint thethear of the Spaniard as grace quasi imperceptible as did Muss the v for u of Romagna and said the grief was a full act repeated for each new condoleress working up to a climax. and George Horace said he wd/ “get Beveridge” (Senator) Beveridge wouldn't talk and he wouldn't write for the papers but George got him by campin' in his hotel and a**ailin' him at lunch breakfast an' dinner three articles and my ole man went on hoein' corn while George was a-tellin' him, come across a vacant lot where you'd occasionally see a wild rabbit or mebbe only a loose one AOI! a leaf in the current at my grates no Althea ______ libretto ______ Yet Ere the season died a-cold Borne upon a zephyr's shoulder I rose through the aureate sky Lawes and Jenkyns guard thy rest Dolmetsch ever be thy guest, Has he tempered the viol's wood To enforce both the grave and the acute? Has he curved us the bowl of the lute? Lawes and Jenkyns guard thy rest Dolmetsch ever be thy guest Hast 'ou fashioned so airy a mood To draw up leaf from the root? Hast 'ou found a cloud so light As seemed neither mist nor shade? Then resolve me, tell me aright If Waller sang or Dowland played Your eyen two wol sleye me sodenly I may the beauté of hem nat susteyne And for 180 years almost nothing. Ed ascoltando al leggier mormorio there came new subtlety of eyes into my tent, whether of the spirit or hypostasis, but what the blindfold hides or at carneval nor any pair showed anger Saw but the eyes and stance between the eyes, colour, diastasis, careless or unaware it had not the whole tent's room nor was place for the full EidwV interpa**, penetrate casting but shade beyond the other lights sky's clear night's sea green of the mountain pool shone from the unmasked eyes in half-mask's space. What thou lovest well remains, the rest is dross What thou lov'st well shall not be reft from thee What thou lov'st well is thy true heritage Whose world, or mine or theirs or is it of none? First came the seen, then thus the palpable Elysium, though it were in the halls of hell, What thou lovest well is thy true heritage What thou lov'st well shall not be reft from thee The ant's a centaur in his dragon world. Pull down thy vanity, it is not man Made courage, or made order, or made grace, Pull down thy vanity, I say pull down. Learn of the green world what can be thy place In scaled invention or true artistry, Pull down thy vanity, Paquin pull down! The green casque has outdone your elegance. “Master thyself, then others shall thee beare” Pull down thy vanity Thou art a beaten dog beneath the hail, A swollen magpie in a fitful sun, Half black half white Nor knowst'ou wing from tail Pull down thy vanity How mean thy hates Fostered in falsity, Pull down thy vanity, Rathe to destroy, n***ard in charity, Pull down thy vanity, I say pull down. But to have done instead of not doing this is not vanity To have, with decency, knocked That a Blunt should open To have gathered from the air a live tradition or from a fine old eye the unconquered flame This is not vanity. Here error is all in the not done, all in the diffidence that faltered . . .