melville-portent

Hanging from the beam,
Slowly swaying (such the law),
Gaunt the shadow on your green,
Shenandoah!
The cut is on the crown
(Lo, John Brown),
And the stabs shall heal no more.

Thought:

“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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