A pound of loveliness was image.
As a poet’s mask one wore image,
Of a histrion of many apparitions,
In the world crafted as the image.
The world is apparition’s images,
In its overlapping and coinciding,
Many suns falling on one another
Beyond mountains concurrently.
The sun is a mere image in water
Or in an umbra of a day’s sinking.
We wear a sun mask half shaded
Beyond this side of the mountain.
We are the actors of our ancients,
Images we rescue from our sleep
And a common sleep of the dead,
Being born to act out their image.
(reference is to Ezra Pound’s poem Histrion)