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    Cristina Iuly MagicmakerSinger
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    This poem describes the speaker's experience with different colors and materials like glass, wheat, gold, and amber. The speaker finds glass to be subtly evil and confusing due to the way it bends and captures light. They are wary of glass's glittering mistrust and are unsure why they feel warned, sent away, or distrustful of the iridescent materials around them.

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    by Ezra Pound

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    A Song of the Degrees

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    This poem describes the speaker's experience with different colors and materials like glass, wheat, gold, and amber. The speaker finds glass to be subtly evil and confusing due to the way it bends and captures light. They are wary of glass's glittering mistrust and are unsure why they feel warned, sent away, or distrustful of the iridescent materials around them.

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    A Song of The Degrees

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    Cristina Iuly MagicmakerSinger
    This poem describes the speaker's experience with different colors and materials like glass, wheat, gold, and amber. The speaker finds glass to be subtly evil and confusing due to the way it bends and captures light. They are wary of glass's glittering mistrust and are unsure why they feel warned, sent away, or distrustful of the iridescent materials around them.

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    A Song Of The Degrees

    By Ezra Pound

    I Rest me with Chinese colours, For I think the glass is evil. II The wind moves above the wheatWith a silver crashing, A thin war of metal. I have known the golden disc, I have seen it melting above me. I have known the stone-bright place, The hall of clear colours. III O glass subtly evil, O confusion of colours ! O light bound and bent in, soul of the captive, Why am I warned? Why am I sent away? Why is your glitter full of curious mistrust? O glass subtle and cunning, O powdery gold! O filaments of amber, two-faced iridescence!

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