Time is the substance I am made of. Time is a river which sweeps me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger which destroys me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire which consumes me, but I am the fire.
“Be sped, my Canzon, through the bitter air! To him who speaketh words as fair as these, Say that I also know the ‘Yearly Slain.’”
Ezra Pound | “Canzon: The Yearly Slain”
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