Notes for CXVII et seq.
For the blue flash and the moments
the young for the old
That is tragedy
And for one beautiful day there was peace.
In the hollow of pine trunks
or when the snow was like sea foam
Twilit sky leaded with elm boughs.
Under the Rupe Tarpeia
weep out your jealousies –
To make a church
or an altar to Zagreus [Zaygeus]
son of Semele
like the double arch of a window
Or some great colonnade.
what do I love
where are you?
That I lost my centre
fighting the world.
The dreams clash
and are shattered -
and that I tried to make a paradiso
I have tried to write Paradise
Do not move
Let the wind speak
that is paradise.
Lets the Gods forgive what I
Let those I love try to forgive
What I have made.
La faillite de Francois Bernouard, Paris
or a field of larks at Ellegre,
“es laissa cader”
so high toward the sun and then falling,
“de joi sas alas”
to set here the roads of France.
Two mice and a moth my guides –
To have heard the farfalla gasping
as towards a bridge over worlds.
That the kings meet in their island,
where no food is after flight from the pole.
Milkweed the sustenance
as to enter Arcanum
To be men not destroyers.