It is on a day like this one,
a little later a little earlier
that you discover without surprise
that something is wrong
that you don’t know how to live
and you will never know
“I even I, am he who knoweth the roads
Through the sky, and the wind thereof is my body.
I have beheld the Lady of Life,
I, even I, who fly with the swallows.
Green and gray is her raiment,
Trailing along the wind.
I, even I, am he who knoweth the roads
Through the sky, and the wind thereof is my body.”
Ezra Pound | “De Aegypto”