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PHANOPOEIA: ROSE WHITE, YELLOW, SILVER by EZRA POUND

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First Line: THE SWIRL OF LIGHT FOLLOWS ME THROUGH THE SQUARE
Last Line: IT FALLS AND ROLLS TO YOUR FEET.
The swirl of light follows me through the square,
The smoke of incense
Mounts from the four horns of my bed-posts,
The water-jet of gold light bears us up through the ceilings;
Lapped in the gold-coloured flame I descend through the aether.
The silver ball forms in my hand,
It falls and rolls to your feet.



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