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Histrion

NO man hath dared to write this thing as yet,

And yet I know, how that the souls of all men great

At times pass athrough us,

And we are melted into them, and are not

Save reflexions of their souls.

Thus am I Dante for a space and am

One Francois Villon, ballad-lord and thief,

Or am such holy ones I may not write

Lest blasphemy be writ against my name;

This for an instant and the flame is gone.

'Tis as in midmost us there glows a sphere

Translucent, molten gold, that is the "I"

And into this some form projects itself:

Christus, or John, or eke the Florentine;

And as the clear space is not if a form's

Imposed thereon,

So cease we from all being for the time,

And these, the Masters of the Soul, live on.

Ezra Pound

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