“And the days are not full enough”
March 10, 2012 § 1 Comment
And the nights are not full enough
And life slips by like a field mouse
Not shaking the grass.
– Ezra Pound
Though I usually associate bombast with Pound’s work, this is the opposite: a hopeless little lyric laid out in clean language. The pause before the final line is such a little thing, but means so much.