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The light has entered the cave. Io! Io!
The light has gone down into the cave,
Splendour on splendour!
By prong have I entered these hills:
That the grass grow from my body,
That I hear the roots speaking together,
The air is new on my leaf,
The forked boughs shake with the wind.
Is Zephyrus more light on the bough, Apeliota
more light on the almond branch?
By this door I have entered the hill.
Falleth,
Adonis falleth.
Fruit cometh after. The small lights drift out with the tide,
sea's claw draws the lamp outward.
Think thus of thy plowing
When the seven stars go down to their rest
Forty days for their rest, by seabord
And in valleys that wind down toward the sea
KAI MOIRAI‘ ADONIN
When the almond bough puts forth its flame,
When the new shoots are brought to the altar,
TU DIONA, KAI MOIRAI
KAI MOIRAI‘ ADONIN
that hath the gift of healing,
that hath the power over wild beasts.
Ezra Pound
Canto XLVII
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