When I was sixteen I bought a book of poems by Ezra Pound. While most of them are full of classical references and are too erudite for me, I found several short poems that sent arrows into my adolescent heart. I quote "The Altar" in full: just four lines:
Let us build here an exquisite friendship,The flame, the autumn, and the green rose of loveFought out their strife here, 'tis a place of wonder;Where these have been, meet 'tis, the ground is holy.
In the school art studio I made a painting of this poem but it is long since lost. Recently, following my exegesis of the elemental force of nature, I turned again to this poem to explore its rich visual suhggestions.