The Lord was trying out some material.
I AM WHO I AM, He said.
It didn’t sound right.
THAT’S WHO I AM. I AM.
It sounded ridiculous.
He didn’t favor definitions.
He’d always had the most frightful difficulties with them.
“No more for us the little sighing, No more the winds at twilight trouble us.
Lo the fair dead!”
Ezra Pound | “Threnos”
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