I do not
remember
.
Ezra-Pound-Provenca-English
.
.
she was .
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
I hope she will not come again.
. . . .
I do not remember . . . .
I think she hurt me once, but . . . . That was very long ago.
I do not like to remember things any more.
I like one little band of winds that blow In the ash trees here:
For we are quite alone
Here amid the ash trees.
6
? CINO
ITALIAN CAMPAGNA 1309, THE OPEN-ROAD
AH ! I have sung women in three cities,
B'
And I will sing of the sun.
But it is all the
same;
Lips, words, and you snare them, Dreams, words, and they are as jewels, Strange spells of old deity,
Ravens, nights, allurement:
And they are not;
Having become the souls of song.
Eyes, dreams, lips, and the night goes.
. . . .
I do not remember . . . .
I think she hurt me once, but . . . . That was very long ago.
I do not like to remember things any more.
I like one little band of winds that blow In the ash trees here:
For we are quite alone
Here amid the ash trees.
6
? CINO
ITALIAN CAMPAGNA 1309, THE OPEN-ROAD
AH ! I have sung women in three cities,
B'
And I will sing of the sun.
But it is all the
same;
Lips, words, and you snare them, Dreams, words, and they are as jewels, Strange spells of old deity,
Ravens, nights, allurement:
And they are not;
Having become the souls of song.
Eyes, dreams, lips, and the night goes.
