I even I, am he who knoweth the roads <br />Through the sky, and the wind thereof is my body. <br /> <br />I have beheld the Lady of Life, <br />I, even I, who fly with the swallows. <br /> <br />Green and gray is her raiment, <br />Trailing along the wind. <br /> <br />I, even I, am he who knoweth the roads <br />Through the sky, and the wind thereof is my body. <br /> <br />Manus animam pinxit, <br />My pen is in my hand <br /> <br />To write the acceptable word. . . . <br />My mouth to chant the pure singing! <br /> <br />Who hath the mouth to receive it, <br />The song of the Lotus of Kumi? <br /> <br />I, even I, am he who knoweth the roads <br />Through the sky, and the wind thereof is my body. <br /> <br />I am flame that riseth in the sun, <br />I, even I, who fly with the swallows. <br /> <br />The moon is upon my forehead, <br />The winds are under my lips. <br /> <br />The moon is a great pearl in the waters of sapphire, <br />Cool to my fingers the flowing waters. <br /> <br />I, even I, am he who knoweth the roads <br />Through the sky, and the wind thereof is my body.<br /><br />Ezra Pound<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/de-gypto/
