What thou lovest well remains,
                                            the rest is dross
What thou lov’st well shall not be reft from thee
What thou lov’st well is thy true heritage
Whose world, or mine or theirs
                          or is it of none?
First came the seen, then thus the palpable
    Elysium, though it were in the halls of hell,
What thou lovest well is thy true heritage
What thou lov’st well shall not be reft from thee

The ant’s a centaur in his dragon world.
Pull down thy vanity, it is not man
Made courage, or made order, or made grace,
    Pull down thy vanity, I say pull down.
Learn of the green world what can be thy place
In scaled invention or true artistry,
Pull down thy vanity,
                       Paquin  pull down!
The green casque
  has outdone your elegance.

‘Master thyself, that others shall thee beare’ 
    Pull down thy vanity
Thou art a beaten dog beneath the hail
A swallen magpie in a fitful sun,
Half black half white
Nor knowst ’ou wing from tail
Pull down thy vanity
           How mean thy hates
Fostered in falsity,
           Pull down thy vanity,
  to destroy, niggard in charity,
Pull down thy vanity,
           I say pull down.

But to have done instead of not doing
              this is not vanity
To have, with decency, knocked
That a Blunt  should open
         To have gathered from the air a live tradition
or from a fine old eye the unconquered flame
This is not vanity.
    Here error is all in the not done,
all in the diffidence that faltered.

| Ezra Pound (1885-1972), Cantos

About henry tapper

Founder of the Pension PlayPen,, partner of Stella, father of Olly . I am the Pension Plowman
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