All my music is in the first place a matter of feeling and instinct. Do not ask me why I have written thus and not otherwise. I can give only one answer to this: I wrote the way I felt.
“Who calls me idle? I have thought of her. Who calls me idle? By God’s truth I’ve seen The arrowy sunlight in her golden snares.”
Ezra Pound | “Sonnet”
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