Ezra Pound

Canto 76

erased

In fact a small rain storm . . .

as it were a mouse, out of cloud’s mountain

no cloud, but the crystal body

the tangent formed in the hand’s cup

as live wind in the beech grove

as strong air amid cypress

nothing matters but the quality

of the affection —

Lay in soft grass by the cliff’s edge

with the sea 30 metres below this

and at hand’s span, at cubit’s reach moving,

the crystalline, as inverse of water,

clear over rock-bed

Her bed-posts are of sapphire

for this stone giveth sleep.

Ezra Pound, 1971 [Franz Larese]