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Afternoons in May

1The light closes its tiny fist.
2The trees put up their old ladders.
3Spring is coming with both its eyes closed,
4stumbling against brick. Suddenly its left hand
5is found on my living room floor.
6Quebec is burning too.
7The roads between here and Ontario are green
8with talking buds.
9Huge planks of sunlight maze the roads.
10Oh, it is beautiful to be here.
11On this side of Toronto the lake is seething
12with promises to itself.
13There is a tree on my very own desk.
14Small faces appear, like leaves.
15I stare and stare.
16Behind me, life is beginning to make more sense.
17As the small man in rags goes singing down the street.
 What thou lovest well remains,
                  the rest is dross
What thou lov'st well shall not be reft from thee
What thou lov'st well is thy true heritage
Whose world, or mine or theirs
                or is it of none?
First came the seen, then thus the palpable
    Elysium, though it were in the halls of hell,
What thou lovest well is thy true heritage
What thou lov'st well shall not be reft from thee
Ezra Pound Pisan Cantos, LXXXI