Ezra Pound in my dream, the young poet
Resembled a singing cobbler—
Instead of shoes he held
Sheets of papyrus
One in each hand
Two stark white portals
Beckoned as if one could enter
& veins on pages
Words & omens
Fritillaries
Butterflies
Theban scrimshaw
Flesh perfected
Diagrams of possible life
Planet of the Blind 