Paracelsus In Excelsis

Paracelsus In Excelsus,

By Ezra Pound


Being no longer human, why should I

Pretend humanity or don the frail attire?

Men have I known and men, but never one

Was grown so free an essence, or become

So simply element as what I am.

The mist goes from the mirror and I see.

Behold! The world of forms is swept beneath –

Turmoil grown visible beneath our peace,

And we that are grown formless, rise above –

Fluids intangible that have been men,

We seem as statues round whose high-risen base

Some overflowing river is run mad,

In us alone the element of calm.

2 responses to “Paracelsus In Excelsis

  • delendaestziobot

    This photo I took in the Wallraf-Richartz Museum in Cologne, the painting is “Attack of the Pirates” by Arnold Bocklin, who was one of Hitler’s favourite artists. The meaning of this highly symbolic painting has never been deciphered but I felt it goes well with this poem of Ezra Pound.

  • delendaestziobot

    The eyes are on Him whom is calm, under the great bridge, the last city burns, other than that I cannot decipher the painting. It is an enigma.

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