When something shines up on the sidewalk or down in the grass, it strikes me as if it were here what I might have been looking for all this time.
“When first I saw thee ‘neath the silver mist, Ruling thy bark of painted sandal-wood, Did any know thee? By the golden sails That clasped the ribbands of that azure sea, Did any know thee save my heart alone?”
Ezra Pound | “Canzon: The Vision”
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