Postscript, on a Name
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.
Structure
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