But what does it matter what reality is outside myself, so long as it has helped me to live, to feel that I am, and what I am?
But what does it matter what reality is outside myself, so long as it has helped me to live, to feel that I am, and what I am?
“Dream over golden dream that secret cist,
Thy heart, O heart of me, doth hold, and mood
On mood of silver, when the day’s light fails,
Say who hath touched the secret heart of thee,
Or who hath known what my heart hath not known”
Ezra Pound | “Canzon: The Vision”