Behold the child, by Nature’s kindly law pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.
Trust not yourself, but your defects to know, make use of every friend and every foe.
How prone to doubt, how cautious are the wise!
Never elated when someone’s oppressed, never dejected when another one’s blessed.
You were saying that once when visiting Yale, you were struck that unlike Pound, Williams’s thinking was volatile, I mean, did not stay locked into a pattern of concepts that then defined his subsequent necessary behavior, whereas Pound did.
Of Manners gentle, of Affections mild; In Wit a man; Simplicity, a child.
It’s as though all the terms of a family were present at one time rather than his dad and his mum. Not just a present authority, but the resident memory of what qualifies what else is the case.
All of which was OK, as that proved then, I certainly wouldn’t contradict it as a necessary sense of things.
And die of nothing but a rage to live.
All nature is but art unknown to thee.