When I am dead, I hope it may be said:
‘His sins were scarlet, but his books were read.’
“Man’s love follows many faces,
My love only one face knoweth;
Towards thee only my love floweth,
And outstrips the swift stream’s paces.
Were this love well here displayed,
As flame flameth ‘neath thin jade
Love should glow through these my phrases.”
Ezra Pound | “Canzon: To Be Sung Beneath a Window”