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https://youtube/watch?v=LbK3oh10m_w SESTINA: ALTAFORTE LOQUITUR: En Bertans de Born. Dante Alighieri put this man in hell for that he was a stirrer up of strife. Eccovi! Judge ye! Have I dug him up again? The scene is at his castle, Altaforte. ``Papiols is his jongleur. ``The Leopard, the device of Richard Coeur de Lion. I Damn it all! all this our South stinks peace. You whoreson dog, Papiols, come! Lets to music! I have no life save when the swords clash. But ah! when I see the standards gold, vair, purple, opposing And the broad fields beneath them turn crimson, Then howl I my heart nigh mad with rejoicing. II In hot summer I have great rejoicing When the tempests kill the earths foul peace, And the lightning from black heavn flash crimson, And the fierce thunders roar me their music And the winds shriek through the clouds mad, opposing, And through all the riven skies Gods swords clash. III Hell grant soon we hear again the swords clash! And the shrill neighs of destriers in battle rejoicing, Spiked breast to spiked breast opposing! Better one hours stour than a years peace With fat boards, bawds, wine and frail music! Bah! theres no wine like the bloods crimson! IV And I love to see the sun rise blood-crimson. And I watch his spears through the dark clash And it fills all my heart with rejoicing And pries wide my mouth with fast music When I see him so scorn and defy peace, His long might gainst all darkness opposing. V The man who fears war and squats opposing My words for stour, hath no blood of crimson But is fit only to rot in womanish peace Far from where worths won and the swords clash For the death of such sluts I go rejoicing; Yea, I fill all the air with my music. VI Papiols, Papiols, to the music! Theres no sound like to swords swords opposing, No cry like the battles rejoicing When our elbows and swords drip the crimson And our charges gainst ``The Leopards rush clash. May God damn for ever all who cry ``Peace! VII And let the music of the swords make them crimson! Hell grant soon we hear again the swords clash! Hell blot black for always the thought ``Peace! Ezra Pound vserver1.cscs.lsa.umich.edu/…/Pound/Sestina-Altaforte
Posted on: Mon, 26 Jan 2015 09:32:37 +0000

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