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Tuesday, November 16, 2010

MANA ABODA, by T.E. Hulme


     Beauty is the marking-time, the stationary 
vibration, the feigned ecstasy of an arrested im-
pulse unable to reach its natural end.

MANA ABODA, whose bent form
     The sky in archéd circle is,
     Seems ever for an unknown grief
          to mourn.
Yet on a day I heard her cry :
" I weary of the roses and the singing
Josephs all, not tall enough to try."


If you're looking for analysis of this and/or the others of Hulme's poetry collected by Ezra Pound in Ripostes, I assembled my thoughts here.  If they're helpful, or if you've got questions, please leave a comment.

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