Pound is on a roll. This was a fun one. The opening tastes of The Wasteland – or, rather, the Pound who contributed so much to the final form of The Wasteland.
Though he still peppers it with Chinese characters and uses the Roman names of some deities, the feel is very Greek (and he does pepper it with many Greek words).
and on the hill of the Maelids
in the close garden of Venus
asleep amid serried lynxes
set wreathes on Priapus
I’m not entirely sure why Pound seems obsessed with lynxes in this one. He’s really obsessed.
O lynx, guard my vineyard
As the grape swells under the vine leaf