No man doth bear his sin,
But many sins
Are gathered as a cloud about man's way.
But many sins
Are gathered as a cloud about man's way.
Ezra-Pound-Provenca-English
Werejeweledtales An opiate meet to quell the malady Oflifeunlived?
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Were not the earth as vain, and dry, and old, For thee, O Perfect Light, had I not sought thee?
VI
Calais, in song where word and tone keep tryst Behold my heart, and hear mine hardihood ! Calais, the wind is come and heaven pales And trembles for the love of day to be.
Calais, the words break and the dawn is shown.
Ah, but the stars set when thou wast first bold,
Turn! lest they say a lesser light distraught thee.
VTI
O ivory thou, the golden scythe hath mown Night'sstubbleandmyjoy. Ah,royalsouled, Favour the quest ! Lo, Truth and I have sought
thee !
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? TO OUR LADY OF VICARIOUS ATONEMENT (BALLATA)
i
WHOare you that the whole world's song
Is shaken out beneath feet your
Leaving you comfortless, Who, that, as wheat
Is garnered, gather in The blades of man's sin And bear that sheaf?
Lady of wrong and grief, Blameless !
All souls beneath the gloom That pass with little flames, All these till time be run Pass one by one
As Christs to save, and die ;
What wrong one sowed, Behold, another reaps! Where lips awake our joy The sad heart sleeps Within.
No man doth bear his sin,
But many sins
Are gathered as a cloud about man's way.
79
? EPILOGUE
TO GUIDO CAVALCANTI
and I are come to learn of thee,
DANOTE
crossed
O who hast thou,
thee,
sung
+; U none at defeat song
essire master of us
M
Love, who hath set his hand upon us three,
Bidding us twain upon thy glory call.
Harsh light hath rent from us the golden pall
Of that frail sleep, His first light seigniory,
And we are come through all the modes that fall Unto their lot who meet him constantly. Wherefore, by right, in this lord's name we greet
thee,
Seeing we labour at his labour daily.
Thou, who dost know what way swift words are
Guido,
all,
Grant ! by thy might and hers of San Michele, Thy risen voice send flames this pentecost.
NOTE. Thispoemforerunsatranslationof"TheSonnetsand
"
Ballate of Guido
now in preparation E. p.
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? NOTES
? NOTES
NOTE PRECEDENT TO "LA FRAISNE"
" When the soul is exhausted of fire, then doth the spirit return unto its primal nature and there is upon it a peace great and of the
woodland
"
magna pax et silvestrts. "
Then becometh it kin to the faun and the dryad, a woodland- dweller amid the rocks and streams
" consociisfaunts dryadisque inter saxa sylvarum" Janus of Basel.
Also has Mr. Yeats in his "Celtic Twilight" treated of such, and I because in such a mood, feeling myself divided between my-
" woodland," eternal because simple in elements "Aetemus quia simplex naturae.
Were not the earth as vain, and dry, and old, For thee, O Perfect Light, had I not sought thee?
VI
Calais, in song where word and tone keep tryst Behold my heart, and hear mine hardihood ! Calais, the wind is come and heaven pales And trembles for the love of day to be.
Calais, the words break and the dawn is shown.
Ah, but the stars set when thou wast first bold,
Turn! lest they say a lesser light distraught thee.
VTI
O ivory thou, the golden scythe hath mown Night'sstubbleandmyjoy. Ah,royalsouled, Favour the quest ! Lo, Truth and I have sought
thee !
78
? TO OUR LADY OF VICARIOUS ATONEMENT (BALLATA)
i
WHOare you that the whole world's song
Is shaken out beneath feet your
Leaving you comfortless, Who, that, as wheat
Is garnered, gather in The blades of man's sin And bear that sheaf?
Lady of wrong and grief, Blameless !
All souls beneath the gloom That pass with little flames, All these till time be run Pass one by one
As Christs to save, and die ;
What wrong one sowed, Behold, another reaps! Where lips awake our joy The sad heart sleeps Within.
No man doth bear his sin,
But many sins
Are gathered as a cloud about man's way.
79
? EPILOGUE
TO GUIDO CAVALCANTI
and I are come to learn of thee,
DANOTE
crossed
O who hast thou,
thee,
sung
+; U none at defeat song
essire master of us
M
Love, who hath set his hand upon us three,
Bidding us twain upon thy glory call.
Harsh light hath rent from us the golden pall
Of that frail sleep, His first light seigniory,
And we are come through all the modes that fall Unto their lot who meet him constantly. Wherefore, by right, in this lord's name we greet
thee,
Seeing we labour at his labour daily.
Thou, who dost know what way swift words are
Guido,
all,
Grant ! by thy might and hers of San Michele, Thy risen voice send flames this pentecost.
NOTE. Thispoemforerunsatranslationof"TheSonnetsand
"
Ballate of Guido
now in preparation E. p.
80
? NOTES
? NOTES
NOTE PRECEDENT TO "LA FRAISNE"
" When the soul is exhausted of fire, then doth the spirit return unto its primal nature and there is upon it a peace great and of the
woodland
"
magna pax et silvestrts. "
Then becometh it kin to the faun and the dryad, a woodland- dweller amid the rocks and streams
" consociisfaunts dryadisque inter saxa sylvarum" Janus of Basel.
Also has Mr. Yeats in his "Celtic Twilight" treated of such, and I because in such a mood, feeling myself divided between my-
" woodland," eternal because simple in elements "Aetemus quia simplex naturae.
