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The petals fall in the fountain, the orange-coloured rose-leaves,
Their ochre clings to the stone.
Ezra Pound
Ezra Weston Loomis Pound (30 October 1885 – 1 November 1972) was an expatriate American poet and critic, a major figure in the early modernist p
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