Canto LXXXI

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?

- Ezra Pound

Give it Time

1.8, Wonder by Janet Echelman 

The river is of the earth
and it is free. It is rigorously
embanked and bound,
and yet it is free. "To hell
with restraint," it says.
"I have got to be going."
It will grind out its dams.
It will go over or around them.
They will become pieces.

- Wendell Berry, Leavings