Music is a funny thing when you really come to think about it.
Music is a funny thing when you really come to think about it.
“The glowing rays
That from the low sun dart, have
Turned gold each tower and every towering mast;
The saffron flame, that flaming nothing harms
Hides Khadeeth’s pearl and all the sapphire might
Of burnished waves, before her gates collected:
The cloak of graciousness, that round thee gloweth,
Doth hide the thing thou art, as here befalleth.”
Ezra Pound | “Canzon: Of Incense”