What thou lovest well remains, the rest is dross What thou lov'st well shall not be reft from thee What thou lov'st well is thy true heritage Whose world, or mine or theirs or is it of none? First came the seen, then thus the palpable Elysium, though it were in the halls of hell. What thou lovest well is thy true heritage.
Ezra PoundI dunno what my 23 infantile years in America signify. I left as soon as motion was autarchic -- I mean my motion.
Ezra PoundUSURY is the cancer of the world, which only the surgeonโs knife of Fascism can cut out of the life of the nations.
Ezra PoundThe rustling of the silk is discontinued, Dust drifts over the courtyard, There is not sound of footfall, and the leaves Scurry into heaps and lie still, And she the rejoicer of the heart is beneath them: A wet leaf that clings to the threshold.
Ezra Pound