The Forty-Ninth Canto is an anachronism, reflecting back on Pound’s earlier, imagist poems and on his translations from the Chinese. The lines and stanzas mostly depict a leisurely (though not indolent) rural life.

Autumn moon;  hills rise about lakes
against sunset
Evening is like a curtain of cloud,

This is very much reflective of Pounds “wet black bough” period than it is of what we have read so far.

It’s often beautiful, though sometimes also a little trite sounding, and very different from the dense, political, and historical Cantos we have been reading.