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.



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