Be in me as the eternal moods
of the bleak wind, and not
As transient things are—
gaiety of flowers.
Have me in the strong loneliness
of sunless cliffs
And of gray waters.
Let the gods speak softly of us
In days hereafter,
the shadowy flowers of Orcus
Remember thee.

by Ezra Pound

Comments (3)

I think this poem is incredible
One of the most beautifull love call, ever written.. Since Greeks, all beauty comes from the nature.. with god(s) approval! Thanks PH!
I like this poem so much