Thursday, August 4, 2022

Pull down the stars

And New York is the most beautiful city in the world?
        It is not far from it.

No urban night is like the night there...
        Squares after squares of flame,
                set up and cut into the aether.

Here is our poetry,
        for we have pulled down the stars to our will.

                                Ezra Pound, Patria Mia










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