Ezra Pound

“ And if you ask how I regret that parting:
⁠It is like the flowers falling at Spring's end
⁠Confused, whirled in a tangle.
What is the use of talking, and there is no end of talking,
There is no end of things in the heart. ”

“ With yellow gold and white jewels, we paid for songs and laughter
And we were drunk for month on month, forgetting the kings and princes.
Intelligent men came drifting in from the sea and from the west border,
And with them, and with you especially
There was nothing at cross purpose,
And they made nothing of sea-crossing or of mountain crossing,
If only they could be of that fellowship,
And we all spoke out our hearts and minds, and without regret. ”