You came in out of the night
And there were flowers in your hand.
Now you will come out of a confusion of people,
Out of a turmoil of speech about you.

I who have seen you amid the primal things
Was angry when they spoke your name
In ordinary places.

Ezra Pound, from ‘Francesca’.

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