Monday, October 23, 2017

"The Return"


See, they return; ah, see the tentative
Movements, and the slow feet,
The trouble in the pace and the uncertain
Wavering!

See, they return, one, and by one,      
With fear, as half-awakened;
As if the snow should hesitate
And murmur in the wind,
            and half turn back;
These were the “Wing’d-with-Awe,"      
            inviolable.

Gods of the wing├Ęd shoe!
With them the silver hounds,
            sniffing the trace of air!

Haie! Haie!      
    These were the swift to harry;
These the keen-scented;
These were the souls of blood.

Slow on the leash,
            pallid the leash-men!

--Ezra Pound


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