Red-coated ushers swim
in a sea of silk saris
Usher me in, gentlemen
Raw silk the colors of arteries
Red-coated ushers swim
in a sea of silk saris
Usher me in, gentlemen
Raw silk the colors of arteries
“Thy gracious ways,
O Lady of my heart, have
O’er all my thought their golden glamour cast;
As amber torch-flames, where strange men-at-arms
Tread softly ‘neath the damask shield of night,
Rise from the flowing steel in part reflected,
So on my mailed thought that with thee goeth,
Though dark the way, a golden glamour falleth.”
Ezra Pound | “Canzon: Of Incense”