Maybe you can trap one idea here and another there and, with time, after many years, out of the ruins and some lost jewel among the unearthed bones, you’ll be able to reconstruct the splendor of my defeat.
“I dreamt that I was God Himself Whom heavenly joy immerses, And all the angles sat about And praised my verses,”
Ezra Pound | after the German of Heine
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