Always think of what is useful and not what is beautiful. Beauty will come of its own accord.
Always think of what is useful and not what is beautiful. Beauty will come of its own accord.
“The glowing rays
That from the low sun dart, have
Turned gold each tower and every towering mast;
The saffron flame, that flaming nothing harms
Hides Khadeeth’s pearl and all the sapphire might
Of burnished waves, before her gates collected:
The cloak of graciousness, that round thee gloweth,
Doth hide the thing thou art, as here befalleth.”
Ezra Pound | “Canzon: Of Incense”