Ione, Dead the Long Year in  General   

Empty are the ways,
Empty are the ways of this land
And the flowers
Bend over with heavy heads.
They bend in vain.
Empty are the ways of this land
Where Ione
Walked once, and now does not walk
But seems like a person just gone.

By Ezra Pound

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• Cantico del Sole
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