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Ezra Pound - In the Old Age of the Soul

I do not choose to dream; there cometh on me
Some strange old lust for deeds.
As to the nerveless hand of some old warrior
The sword-hilt or the war-worn wonted helmet
Brings momentary life and long-fled cunning,
So to my soul grown old - 
Grown old with many a jousting, many a foray, 
Grown old with namy a hither-coming and hence-going - 
Till now they send him dreams and no more deed;
So doth he flame again with might for action,
Forgetful of the council of elders,
Forgetful that who rules doth no more battle,
Forgetful that such might no more cleaves to him
So doth he flame again toward valiant doing. 

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Poet: Ezra Pound
Poem: In the Old Age of the Soul
Poem of the Day: Feb 23 2009

Comment 133 of 133, added on June 6th, 2014 at 10:51 AM.

Marxian political perversion is momentarily salted-down with Putinís unwavering stance
via the Crimean situation. Shouting from the moscow roof-tops in declaring that Russia
was all Christian carries weight with the Ukrainian empire.The conclusion is cemented--there must be a nest of western liberals nursing the ideal internationalist philosophy political of whom vipers still snaking a singular path towards a One World government as pursued through the late
Presidents franklin roosevelt and Winston churchill. These two political gangsters served their
handlers well. Of course polishing a road in setting up the zionist camp in 1948. putin has hijacked the pro-communist gang that rules the the Red network of destabilizers controlling national news industries. and his family of devils roosts within the Disunited States of Amerika
This gang if intellectual perversion and professional sycophants must be rooted out.

from United States
Comment 132 of 133, added on May 23rd, 2014 at 1:27 PM.
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iwrifnad from Ecuador
Comment 131 of 133, added on May 23rd, 2014 at 10:37 AM.
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