Death, before erasing me from the world, erases my desire to know the world. What’s the good of seeing if you can’t see everything, or see forever.
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Death, before erasing me from the world, erases my desire to know the world. What’s the good of seeing if you can’t see everything, or see forever.
“The light within her eyes, which slays
Base thoughts and stilleth troubled waters,
Is like the gold where sunlight plays
Upon the still o’ershadowed waters.
When anger is there mingled
There comes a keener gleam instead,
Like flame that burns beneath thin jade.”
Ezra Pound | “Canzon: The Spear”