It is difficult to write a paradiso when all the superficial indications are that you ought to write an apocalypse.
Ezra PoundHaie! Haie! These were the swift to harry; These the keen-scented; These were the souls of blood. Slow on the leash, pallid the leash-men!
Ezra PoundFit for kings, formal gardens afford an earthly Elysium and the odd impression that we mere men might actually control nature for a time.
Ezra Pound