bresson-poetry

September 20, 2024

Don’t run after poetry. It penetrates unaided through the ellipses.

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Thought:

“When new love plucks the falcon from his wrist,
And cuts the gyve and casts the scarlet hood,
Where is the heron heart whom flight avails?”

Ezra Pound | “Canzon: The Vision”

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