Oh, you golden tongued Zarathustra

[solaciolum]

End of the month! I should have posted more, but eh.

These are both things that I have posted elsewhere, in various forms, but they are both things that are vital to me in some way or another.  Someday, I will get tattoos of these poems- the Mayakovsky in the original Russian, on my back, and the Pound on my ribcage, framing my right breast.

excerpt from "A Cloud in Trousers"
by Vladimir Mayakovsky

я знаю -
солнце померкло б, увидев
нашизх душ золотые россыпи!

I know-
the sun itself would dim, if it could see
the gold fields of our souls!
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Notes from Canto CXX
by Ezra Pound

I have tried to write Paradise.

Do not move.
          Let the wind speak.
                   That is paradise.

Let the Gods forgive what I
          have made

Let those I love try to forgive
          what I have made.