page 92 of 192 of The Pisan Cantos

“if calm be after tempest / that the ants seem to wobble / as the morning sun catches their shadows” I love this minute detail.

“with a smoky torch thru the unending / labyrinth of the souterrain” Reminds me of the pre-historic people crawling through caves to paint the oxen and lions and horses. Mysterious, reflective.

“The wind is lighter than swansdown / the day moves not at all” Beautiful – like kids summer