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Rhapsody on a Windy Night
Twelve o'clock.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
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Twelve o'clock.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
I
The winter evening settles down
With smell of steaks in passageways.
Six o’clock.
The Hollow Men
Mistah Kurtz-he dead
A penny for the Old Guy
I
FOR EZRA POUND
IL MIGLIOR FABBRO
I. The Burial of the Dead
April is the cruellest month, breeding
S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma percioche giammai di questo fondo