From the Pound Cantos: CENTO XXXVIII

The prefaces, cut clear & hard, bread 
to the liberal arts. No mere succession 
of strokes, sightless narration, but proofs 
cast on a natal paper, set with an exegesis. 
'Pretty green bank,' began the half-lost 
poem, 'but is a substance differed from 
intellect, weaving an endless sentence
with a touch of rhetoric in the whole.'

City of patterned streets; again the 
vision. I stepped back; &, out of no-
thing, a breathing. Beasts like shadows
in glass. I have seen what I have seen,
I cried in hurried speech. Thus the
light rains, thus pours, e lo soleills plovil.

 
Three Postwoman Poems

Today the post-
woman brought
me the fifth 
& last movie
in the much-
loved franchise — 
Indiana Jones & 
The Walking Frame.

*

Today the post-
woman brought
me the third 
issue of the 

series Patterns 
of War. This is 
the one I
have been waiting 

for. It shows me 
how to knit 
a hand-held 
missile launcher.

*

Today the post-
woman brought 
me a prose-
lytizer with an
add-on fitting
so it can do 
poetry as well.

 
tectonics

turn

spin

turn-
stile

spin-
drift

resile

resolute
dissolute desolate

relate

relocate

spine
spurn

stern

re-
turn

terminate