a sentimental curator has placed
two fragments of bronze Grecian
heads together boy
and girl so that the faces black-
ened by the three thousand years of
desert sand & sun
seem to be whispering something
that the Gurgan lion & the wing-
ed dog of Azerbaijan
must not hear but I have heard
them as I hear you now half way
around the world
so simply & so quietly more like
a child than like a woman making
love say to me in
that soft lost near and distant voice
I’m happy now I’m happy oh don’t
move don’t go away.
James Laughlin, “In the Museum at Teheran” from Poems New and Selected. Copyright © 1996 by James Laughlin. Reprinted with the permission of New Directions Publishing Corporation.
Source:
Poems New and Selected (1998)
While a sophomore on leave of absence from Harvard University, James Laughlin met Ezra Pound in Rapallo, Italy, and was invited to attend the "Ezuversity"—Pound's term for the private tutoring he gave Laughlin over meals, on hikes, or whenever the master paused in his labors. "I stayed several months in Rapallo at the 'Ezuversity,' learning and reading," recalls Laughlin in an interview with Linda Kuehl for the New York Times . . .
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