That iron man was born like me
And he was once an ardent boy:
He must have felt in infancy
The glory of a summer sky.
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That iron man was born like me
And he was once an ardent boy:
He must have felt in infancy
The glory of a summer sky.
“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”