D. (dalaruan) wrote,

H. H. († 15 Feb 1996)

my father - ca 1955

What thou lovest well remains,
The rest is dross
What thou lov'st well shall not bereft from thee
What thou lov'st well is thy true heritage
Ezra Pound, Pisan Cantos LXXXI

my father - ca 1990

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