Are not precise about the appeasement they need.

They only know a savage assuagement cries

With a savage voice; and in that cry they hear

Themselves transposed, muted and comforted

In a savage and subtle and simple harmony,

A matching and mating of surprised accords,

A responding to a diviner opposite.

So lewd spring comes from winter’s chastity.

So, after summer, in the autumn air,

Comes the cold volume of forgotten ghosts,

But soothingly, with pleasant instruments,

So that this cold, a children’s tale of ice,

Seems like a sheen of heat romanticized.

V

Inescapable romance, inescapable choice

Of dreams, disillusion as the last illusion,

Reality as a thing seen by the mind,

Not that which is but that which is apprehended,

A mirror, a lake of reflections in a room,

A glassy ocean lying at the door,

A great town hanging pendent in a shade,

An enormous nation happy in a style,

Everything as unreal as real can be,

In the inexquisite eye. Why, then, inquire

Who has divided the world, what entrepreneur?

No man. The self, the chrysalis of all men

Became divided in the leisure of blue day

And more, in branchings after day. One part

Held fast tenaciously in common earth

And one from central earth to central sky

And in moonlit extensions of them in the mind

Searched out such majesty as it could find.

VI

Reality is the beginning not the end,

Naked Alpha, not the hierophant Omega,

Of dense investiture, with luminous vassals.

It is the infant A standing on infant legs,

Not twisted, stooping, polymathic Z,

He that kneels always on the edge of space

In the pallid perceptions of its distances.

Alpha fears men or else Omega’s men

Or else his prolongations of the human.

These characters are around us in the scene.

For one it is enough; for one it is not;

For neither is it profound absentia,

Since both alike appoint themselves the choice

Custodians of the glory of the scene,

The immaculate interpreters of life.

But that’s the difference: in the end and the way

To the end. Alpha continues to begin.

Omega is refreshed at every end.

VII

In the presence of such chapels and such schools,

The impoverished architects appear to be

Much richer, more fecund, sportive and alive.

The objects tingle and the spectator moves

With the objects. But the spectator also moves

With lesser things, with things exteriorized

Out of rigid realists. It is as if

Men turning into things, as comedy,

Stood, dressed in antic symbols, to display

The truth about themselves, having lost, as things,

That power to conceal they had as men,

Not merely as to depth but as to height

As well, not merely as to the commonplace

But, also, as to their miraculous,

Conceptions of new mornings of new worlds,

The tips of cock-cry pinked out pastily,

As that which was incredible becomes,

In misted contours, credible day again.

VIII

We fling ourselves, constantly longing, on this form.

We descend to the street and inhale a health of air