No man doth bear his sin,
But many sins
Are gathered as a cloud about man’s way.
No man doth bear his sin,
But many sins
Are gathered as a cloud about man’s way.
“Though I’ve roamed through many places,
None there is that my heart troweth
Fair as that wherein fair groweth
One whose laud here interlaces
Tuneful words, that I’ve essayed.
Let this tune be gently played
Which my voice herward upraises.”
Ezra Pound | “Canzon: To Be Sung Beneath a Window”