Germinal, active, latent, full of will;
Later to leap and soar,
willing, serene, ...
Oh one could change it easy enough in talk.
And no one vision will suit all of us.

Say I have sat then, the low point of a cone,
hollow and reaching out beyond the stars,
reaches and depth, the massive parapets,
Walls whereon chariots went by four abreast.
Viae strade, 20 yards down, massive and wide,
Armed togare'd people rushing along between,
poupulous business that was none of mine.

Egypt lies northward, the celestial nile,
deep-blue, and wide, cuts through the low brown land,
with old men and camels working at water wheels.

Night-blue beyond us, infinite seas and stars.

But starting, always, pointed, the bottom vertex,
always a vertex.

Yet scant order is here.

Batavian spears, rush out, Batavian shields.

You have no cosmos till you can order it.

Camels 3 kinds, Hugiun, grosse and tall
Becheti, double bunch, Asian
Raguahill, small, Numidian

Graments of chamblet, turbans from india
( Leo 315). Artisan in cloth of gold for invention
chained flea.

King Mansor lost in the fens hunting, meets fisher of
eels, " couldnt accomodate even the king "
love of k. because he could fish peacably a d
ingress and regress at midnight even .
fried eels, killed only kid. Mansor K. at
Casar Elcabir

" grosse corpulent and of a swart complexion"
White of colour, fat, comely and trim,
at Hadecchis

3 spheres of Morocco, gold of Mansor's wife,
Granaries, galleries, armouries, gilt and inlaid
painted with histories
leopard in white black-spotted marble

In days when Mansor reached Aragon, goths in Africa
City of Tit in Duccala, sea shore
fruitful fields men of grosse conceit,
cities of excellent marble, vines dispersing themselves
on tree boughs

Town of Bzo in Hascora

1 giraffa, 16 civet cats, 1 weight of civet, 4 of
excellent amber,, skins of Elamt, 12000 ducats, eunuchs
female slaves
1 civet cat worth 200 ducats.

Ibernus = bernous

" as many kings slain by maid's paramours ,
as many governors stole mistresses
" Ethiad, temple of this town
is small but very beautiful, round about which runs
a moat in the manner of a river.

moated temple of Ethiad,
12 miles from Cithiteb

and ancient city for here came the greeks,
Marta hospites christi
and make your doorways out of painted stones,
700 temples in Fez

The college of Habu Henon,
Character like an effeminite inn keeper of Fez,
or
his concubine,
" he d trust an inn keppers wife in Morocco.

Bellows, perfuming pans, startups,
bride in wooden case covered with silk,
boiled mutton, stewed hens, and divers
iuncating disks, veal roasted and
sodden.

Cant look on sky, old age face earthward
He sees the earth that bore him, whither goes he.
Three foot, four foot like mewling infant,
Weaping he twigs alon the unvalued,

All thing in the end seek their source, cry out for their
mother,
To nothing journeys, what came from nothing,
that which was nothing aforetime,

Old age falls on its crutch,
Beats eart with assiduous switch,
switch uninterruptedly,
Leaving identifiable trail with many steps,

//

All things burden, we scorch in summer,
Mists bother, cold and drafts harm,
Dew injures, we are rotted with slight rains,
The fair days of spring and autumn injure,
showy,
scabs, coughs, short wind,
old age a protracted groan.

Say I have sat then, the low point of a cone,
hollow and reaching out beyond the stars,
reaches and depth, the massive parapets,
Walls whereon chariots went by four abreast.
Viae strade, 20 yards down, massive and wide,
Armed togas'd people rushing along between,
populous business that was none of mine.

Yet scant order is here.
Batavian, spears, rush out, Batavian shields.
You have no cosmos till you can order it.

All from the genii's bottles, all this talk,
Grezal heads bear up the carpet, heeling along,
we float out of the lecture rooms, over the city,
truths in the lot?

You think so, pass along,
Smoke from high brick chimneys, stream puffing, mingling
and rising,
blue agate casing the sky, blurred smoke,
soft patterns,
truths in the lot,

"so true this speculation,"

Or true, Aurunculeia". Which is truth,
Theffron sandal ceman on the slender foot,
Hymen, Hymenaeus,
Tiller of the Heliconian hill, Unrania's son,
Hymen, Hymenaeus,
Take up the flamy cloak, bright amaracus,

See where the boys run, crowding, lifting the song,
"Venus moved so, before the Phrygian judge"
Drayman moved so, from the sylvan dew,
Hymen, Hymenaeus,
Mind there!, the threshold, !!

Careful: Hymenaues,

Stick it content wihh this ten lines of latin
pumiced and smoothe, a disembowled catullus,
set out my fancy, make the horses jingle
make the life move, this is beyond my grapple

Altu was come along my olive orchard, found the two girls
& old Polenta with them, spurting up ages jokes,

fior di poma
L mia amoretta piu vale che Roma,

and takes another stroke about the sods,
puts the flat stones to rights in the roots hollow
makes me an offer, to endow which ever I'll marry
points out their measures.

Idyls and epigrams

Below the cliff, that day we were out swimming
full in the lake.

where the fat gat lingers.
six of our girls, clinging along the rocks
at bagg below the two foot path.

their yearly clean up.

Paint it Raffael
bring back the ancient beauty.

I fail I fail,ڵ nothing but half filled note books

No whole, ong diagram, stumbling and stumbling.

### III.

What do I mean by all this resonant rumble ?"

WHERE

Bewildeted reader, what is the poets business ?

To fill up chaos, to make images

ORIFICE

Or streak the barren way to paradise

(Here was the renaissance)
Band out fine colours, fill the void with stars

And make each star a nest of noble voices.

Let the undines hear me, and in cool streams
redeck the muses' gardens, green herbs and cress
and water drinking flowers.

Rumble again ? What are the muses gardens ?

Oh take a heven you know, and make the story wood
sound like a grove well filled with nightengales

And call lights, souls,
and say

and say "the lights ascending" like a covey of

partridges"

I saw above me, and looking into the water

Beheld the turret, as a pillar of fire reflected,
and thence to god,
to the ineffible, trashumanar non si potria per verba.

The soul starts with itself, builds out perfection.
Confucius, Dante,

IV

'What do I mean by all this clattering rumble ?'
Bewildered reader, what is the poet's business ?
To fill up chaos populate solitudes, multiply images
Or streak the barren way to paradise

Bare was the Renaissance
Band out fine colours, fill the void with stars
And make each star a nest of noble voices.
Let the undines hear me, and in cool streams
Redeck the muses' gardens, green herbs and cress
And water-drinking flowers ....

'Rumble again ?' 'What are the muses' gardens ?'

Oh, take a heaven you know, and make the stary wood
Sound like a grove well filled with nightengales,
And call lights ' souls ',

And say: The lights ascending ... like a covey of partridges.

Thus much I saw above me, and beneath, looking into the water,
Beheld the turret as a pillar of fire reflected,
And thence to God,

To the ineffable, trashumanar non si potria per verba.

The soul starts with itself, builds out perfection,
Confucius, Dante.

Or the best man killed in France,
Struck by a Prussian bullet at St Vaast
With just enough cut stone left here behind him

To show a new way to the kindred arts,
Laying a method, quite outside his art,
Vortex, dispersal, throw it at history.

Say that their prose is life, scooped out of time,
A bristling node... and I am all too plain,

too full of footnotes, too careful to tell you
The how and why of my meaning " here was the renaissance,
Venus intaglio'd in the papal gem

Lewis with simpler means

Catches the age, His Timon,

Throws our few years onto a score of pasteboards,
Says all our conflict, edgey, epigrammatic,
This Timon lived in Greece, and loved the people,
And gave high feasts, and dug his rabbit barrow.

" And Ka-hu churned in the sea,

Churning the ocean, using the (sun) for a churn-stick.

" Remi nepotes "

Crushed all together , bursting the ring of fire ,
jagged blue lights ! " Remi nepotes ".
And the high, clear head.

" Quel giorno piu non vi leggeremo avanti "
Era enfes.

Child of a castelan ,
In Sain Leonart made monk , and learned to sing ,
Broke vows , sang then through courts

walking the turning ways , roads by the rivers ,
by the squared out fields ,

hedge where a slut combs out her beggars lice ,
sits in mid field with her legs V's apart,

Takls with doddering men about about the inns ,
Gathers the gabble, meets with Savairic ,

The girl refused him , Savairic gives him clothes ,
Horese and knighthood , and he takes the girl ,
holds her in honour ,

but goes off to Spain .

Third what , an English rider , us cavaliers Engles ,
s supplies his functions , tenc la lonc temps per druda ,
e pois laisset la melamen anar ,

Till Gauberts found her .

But Aurunculeia

( in angiportis )

King Mansor lost in the fens hunting, meets fisher of
eels, " couldnt accomodate even the king"
love of k. because he could fish peacably a d
ingress and regress at midnight even.
fried eels, killed only kid. Mansor K. at
Casar Eleabir

Ibernus = bernous

" as many kings slain by maid's paramours,
as many governors stole mistresses
" Ethiad, temple of this town
is small but very beautiful, round about which runs
a 2000 moat in the manner of a river.

and ancient city for here came the greeks,
Marta hospites christi
and make your doorways out of painted stones,
9700
temples in Fez.

Populate solitudes, multiply images,
way to paradise, undines to restored the gardens of the
Muses,

Sound as in a grove of nightingales,
Souls, lights ascending. as a covey of partridges,

as a pillar of fire reflected.

To mine own crystal solitudes, let me away again,
For I have heard the world too much,
Uc de st Circ, st Antoni, Casa dei.

Theocritus wheel, Tarthaus,
Epithalamium.

Cant look on sky, old age face earthward
He sees the earth that bore him, whither goes he.
Three foot, four foot like mewling infant,
Weaping he twigs alon the unfed, unvalued,

//

Give him his head ?!

He terraces Ecbatan, makes mock of Mt Purgatory
mocks at
Paints it about with planetary colours,

Gold at the top, bas reliefs all the way up ;
Squares out a Babylon in our marshes .

The man has no practical sense.

all through his note book
all over his paper.

" Holy spheres of Morocco !

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Fables and myths,

Mansor King of Morocco,
gets lost in a salt marsh, finds a man truly happy,
Hears Pulls off his hunting boots, red flapping leather,
Dislikes fried eels, eats the man's only kid,
Hears praise of his own administration,
" What's Mansor done for me ".

Sir, I am safe at night,
Ingess and egress, free to catch ells.

Or two ghosts come to a church demanding marriage.