page 86 of 192 of The Pisan Cantos

“It is the sons pent up within a man / mumbled old Neptune” Again, the young who riot all over the old, like the trees on the Rue Jacob / Apian Way. We have within us our own enemies who will kill us, we raise them and they might either help us in old age or kill us in another war. The cycle goes on and on. We give birth to ourselves.