Some people say I’m paranoid. That doesn’t mean there ain’t somebody reaching for my ass.
“Man’s love follows many faces,
My love only one face knoweth;
Towards thee only my love floweth,
And outstrips the swift stream’s paces.
Were this love well here displayed,
As flame flameth ‘neath thin jade
Love should glow through these my phrases.”
Ezra Pound | “Canzon: To Be Sung Beneath a Window”