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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391197" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Homage To Sextus Propertius - I</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shades of Callimachus, Coan ghosts of Philetas<br>It is in your grove I would walk,<br>I who come first from the clear font<br>Bringing the Grecian orgies into Italy,<br>and the dance into Italy.<br>Who hath taught you so subtle a measure,<br>in what hall have you heard it;<br>What foot beat out your time-bar,<br>what water has mellowed your whistles ?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Out-weariers of Apollo will, as we know, continue their<br>Martian generalities,<br>We have kept our erasers in order.<br>A new-fangled chariot follows the flower-hung horses;<br>A young Muse with young loves clustered about her<br>ascends with me into the aether, . . .<br>And there is no high-road to the Muses.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Annalists will continue to record Roman reputations,<br>Celebrities from the Trans-Caucasus will belaud Roman celebrities<br>And expound the distentions of Empire,<br>But for something to read in normal circumstances?<br>For a few pages brought down from the forked hill unsullied?<br>I ask a wreath which will not crush my head.<br>And there is no hurry about it;<br>I shall have, doubtless, a boom after my funeral,<br>Seeing that long standing increases all things<br>regardless of quality.<br>And who would have known the towers<br>pulled down by a deal-wood horse;<br>Or of Achilles withstaying waters by Simois<br>Or of Hector spattering wheel-rims,<br>Or of Polydmantus, by Scamander, or Helenas and<br>Deiphoibos?<br>Their door-yards would scarcely know them, or Paris.<br>Small talk O Ilion, and O Troad<br>twice taken by Oetian gods,<br>If Homer had not stated your case!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I also among the later nephews of this city<br>shall have my dog's day,<br>With no stone upon my contemptible sepulchre;<br>My vote coming from the temple of Phoebus in Lycia, at Patara,<br>And in the mean time my songs will travel,<br>And the devirginated young ladies will enjoy them<br>when they have got over the strangeness,<br>For Orpheus tamed the wild beasts<br>and held up the Threician river;<br>And Citharaon shook up the rocks by Thebes<br>and danced them into a bulwark at his pleasure,<br>And you, O Polyphemus? Did harsh Galatea almost<br>Turn to your dripping horses, because of a tune, under Aetna?<br>We must look into the matter.<br>Bacchus and Apollo in favour of it,<br>There will be a crowd of young women doing homage to my palaver,<br>Though my house is not propped up by Taenarian<br>columns from Laconia (associated with Neptune and Cerberus),<br>Though it is not stretched upon gilded beams;<br>My orchards do not lie level and wide<br>as the forests of Phaecia,<br>the luxurious and Ionian,<br>Nor are my caverns stuffed stiff with a Marcian vintage,<br>My cellar does not date from Numa Pompilius,<br>Nor bristle with wine jars,<br>Nor is it equipped with a frigidaire patent;<br>Yet the companions of the Muses<br>will keep their collective nose in my books,<br>And weary with historical data, they will turn to my dance tune.<br>Happy who are mentioned in my pamphlets,<br>the songs shall be a fine tomb-stone over their beauty.<br>But against this ?<br>Neither expensive pyramids scraping the stars in their route,<br>Nor houses modelled upon that of Jove in East Elis,<br>Nor the monumental effigies of Mausolus,<br>are a complete elucidation of death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Flame burns, rain sinks into the cracks<br>And they all go to rack ruin beneath the thud of the years.<br>Stands genius a deathless adornment,<br>a name not to be worn out with the years.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ezra+Pound">Ezra Pound</a><div class=q>
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It is in your grove I would walk,
I who come first from the clear font
Bringing the Grecian orgies into Italy,
and the dance into Italy.
Who hath taught you so subtle a measure,
in what hall have you ..."></div>
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