BE in me as the eternal moods of the bleak wind, and not
As transient things are—gaiety of flowers.
Have me in the strong loneliness
of sunless cliffs
And of gray waters.
Let the gods speak softly of us
In days hereafter,
the shadowy flowers of Orcus
Remember thee.
Ezra Pound
HORSE LATITUDES
If only, when harbored
among debris,
littered confusion,
we throw angry words
like stones
at each other,
or walk away
the last snapshot for memory
a defiant, sullen back
or a careless kiss dockside,
hurried and heedless
if only,
if only
at such partings,
we could know them
for what they are:
Goodbyes that last a lifetime.
I would have asked you
to set me adrift with love.
To fill my yellow sails
with your blessing
as I blow mine into yours.
(2009)
