The endings are always so obvious when we think back on them. The wounds make noise like starlight; later, later, later.
“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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