Jag har äntligen erhållit min första Ezra Pound (“Personae”, finns digitalt här) och ger er en hemläxa som lyder högläsning av Paracelsus In Excelsis med den förhoppningen att även er eftermiddag blir gyllene med inslag av lila, en spritgrön fackla.
Being no longer human, why should I Pretend humanity or don the frail attire? Men have I known and men, but never one Was grown so free an essence, or become So simply element as what I am. The mist goes from the mirror and I see. Behold! the world of forms is swept beneath– Turmoil grown visible beneath our peace, And we that are grown formless, rise above– Fluids intangible that have been men, We seem as statues round whose high-risen base Some overflowing river is run mad, In us alone the element of calm.
“don the frail attire” m.fl. så vackert.
Mmm, täta blyertsmarkeringar i marginalerna.