Postscript, on a Name

Stephen Ratcliffe

Ezra Pound (his fingers, bones)
lies beneath Venetian stones,
ivy laced, in lupine bound,
lilac, laurel all around:

Here you read me, here my name-
Pound inscribed in marble fame,
Almost breathing, almost brave-
Concentrates what Time forgave!

           AIR

     Silent music-
     the empty

     space
     behind

     Campion's
     words on the page.