Oh Trinity, Oh Cartier, Oh Hotel Dorset
Thick red flowers dying in a window display
Color so plush a peninsula
A gorgeous silver trumpet
steams up from the dermis
Oh Trinity, Oh Cartier, Oh Hotel Dorset
Thick red flowers dying in a window display
Color so plush a peninsula
A gorgeous silver trumpet
steams up from the dermis
“The light within her eyes, which slays
Base thoughts and stilleth troubled waters,
Is like the gold where sunlight plays
Upon the still o’ershadowed waters.
When anger is there mingled
There comes a keener gleam instead,
Like flame that burns beneath thin jade.”
Ezra Pound | “Canzon: The Spear”