This Canto was a lot more fun to read than its immediate predecessor.
This poem is ultimately about and the unintended consequences of even good intentions.
Near the beginning:
Cassandra, your eyes are like tigers,
with no word written in them
You also have I carried to nowhere
to an ill house and there is
no end to the journey.
The chess board too lucid
the squares are too even…theatre of war…
” theatre ” is good. There are those who did not want
it to come to an end.
And then the very end:
In the spring and autumn
In “The Spring and Autumn”
Is Pound feeling regret? How does this Canto reflect changes in his attitude? Or are there changes? He could still be a monumental fascist ass, yet oppose war, couldn’t he? That’s not a statement; it’s a question.