>From Canto CXVI:
I have brought the great ball of crystal
who can lift it? Can you enter the great acorn of light?
But the beauty is not in the madness Tho' my errors and wrecks lie about me. And I am not a demigod. I cannot make it cohere ........... but about that terzo
third heaven,
that Venere, again is all "paradiso"
a nice quiet paradise
over the shambles, and some climbing
before the take-off, to "see again," the verb is "see," not "walk on" i.e. it coheres all right
even if my notes do not cohere, Many errors,
a little rightness, to exercise his hell
and my paradiso, .......... Charity I have had sometimes,
I cannot make it flow thru. A little light, like a rushlight
to lead back to splendour.
Pound is still and always il miglior fabbro.
Carrol