Rick,
The Georgian poet's mind rarely strays far from the cottage and in Georgian
poetry nature's a mere hatrack, wouldn't you agree? But Pound loves to look
closely at flora and fauna and he see  beauty in the variety of the natural
world. And so the naturalists Agassiz and Linnaeus walk in his heaven
beside Mozart.
Tim
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My mind has thunderstorms,
That brood for heavy hours:
Until they rain me words;
My thoughts are drooping flowers
And sulking, silent birds.
   -- William H. Davies

OR
...
And Spring all radiant by the wayside pale
Sets up her rock and reel.
See how she weaves her mantle fold on fold,
Hemming the woods and carpeting the wold.
Her warp is of the green, her woof the gold,
The spinning world her wheel.
                 Francis Ledwidge

At 07:56 AM 1/10/03 -0700, Richard Seddon wrote:
>Tim:
>
>Are you saying that Pound was really a cryptic Georgian? :>)
>
>Rick Seddon
>McIntosh, NM