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“Or else you will tell them of the deeds of peace: in countries infested with comfort an odour of forum and of nubile women, the yellow coins of purest ring, fingered under palms, and peoples on the march on strong spices…” Anabasis.

“we shall not dwell forever in these yellowed lands, our pleasance…”

how memory holds the pleasance of nights… fades in the distance and echos, there once was a world of images

it is by severing this memory with that memory that I am able to form a new memory, an old memory formed and reformed.

“The Summer vaster than the Empire hangs over the tables of space several terraces of climate. The huge earth rolls on its surface over-flowing its pale embers under the ashes–Sulphur colour, honey colour, colour of immortal things, the whole grassy earth taking light from the straw of last winter–and from the green sponge of a lonely tree the sky draws its violet juices”

“From the crack of my eye to the level of the hills I join myself, I know the stones gillstained, the swarms of silence in the hives of light; and my heart gives heed to a family of crickets…”