let us build here an exquisite friendship, the flame, the autumn, and the green rose of love fought out their strife here, 'tis a place of wonder; where these have been, meet 'tis, the ground is holy.
ezra pound
Good ol' grumpy Ezra. I bought a book of his poetry when I was in Venice- tried to find where he lived but of course got lost and side tracked. Thanks for this lovely little bit.
Good ol' grumpy Ezra. I bought a book of his poetry when I was in Venice- tried to find where he lived but of course got lost and side tracked. Thanks for this lovely little bit.
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ReplyDeletelinda sue i think he was a good looking boy in his younger days!! i missed the piece about him being a grouch! steven
ReplyDeletevalerianna - they're like fireworks against dark green . . . lucky you! steven
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