The idea that I was the unfortunate owner of unappreciated genius never troubled me. But still I was clear in my mind I would not lay down my pen.
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The idea that I was the unfortunate owner of unappreciated genius never troubled me. But still I was clear in my mind I would not lay down my pen.
“Thou, who dost know what way swift words are crossed
O thou, who hast sung till none at song defeat thee,
Grant! by thy might and hers of San Michele,
Thy risen voice send flames this pentecost.”
Ezra Pound | “To Guido Cavalcanti”