Capitolo 38
With a world of dust and stones and it also attacks grieving:
Also before the question grew to problem
You are raw that it quarrels in the metaphysics,
You met him on lower airplanes the same great dragon,
Liberation that looks for, of the fleeting satisfaction,
In strange aesthetics. . . You tried, as I remember,
One after one, strange cults and some, also soft,
The rawwest before, more violent feelings,
Splendidly carnal things, conceived and acted
With splendid thirst of animal. . . Then, from degrees,--
Savoring all more delicate gradations
In that whole color and tone you/he/she can play on meat,
Or thought on brain,--you passed, if I can say me this way,
From red and scarlet through soft vegetables to mauve.
I/you/he/she allow us to concern him, you said,
How tools of music, whereon our lives
You play as we desire: and it allowed us to produce
These thin bodies and thinner brains and nerves
To all the plays of experience. . . And so you went
From the thin motive to thinner, each felt once,
Twice or three times at the most, getting tired of each;
And closing one to the time Your doors, it drew in
Slowly, through darkening labyrinths to feel,
Toward the central room. . . What time you have arrived.
That that, then, the secret of this last room--
Or intimate, rather? If I clearly see him/it
It is the last and cunningest, applied
Of one who has found this world of dust and meat,--
This world of lamentations, death, injustice,
Illness, humiliation, defeated slow,
Nudity and the graceless ugliness and iteration,--
Too much meaningless; or, if it has a meaning,
Also the insistent tiresomely on a meaning:
Futility. . . This world, I feel her saying,--
With lifted chin and weapon in gesture of outflung,
Coldly imperious,--this transitory world,
What has then him to give, if not containing
Deep suggestions of nobler worlds? We know his/her beauties,--
Momentary and banal to a large extent,
It perceived through meat, while passing away as meat,--
And he/she knows how much it won them they are from obscurity.
We am as researchers in a house of the obscurity,