And if you ask how I regret that parting?
It is like the flowers falling at spring’s end,
confused, whirled in a tangle.
What is the use of talking! And there is no end of talking— 80
There is no end of things in the heart.
It is like the flowers falling at spring’s end,
confused, whirled in a tangle.
What is the use of talking! And there is no end of talking— 80
There is no end of things in the heart.
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| — | Ezra Pound, Exile’s Letter |
