Section X is called "Cities and Towers."
To A.T.
by Malcolm Cowley
Out of an empty sky, the dust of hours:
a word was spoken and a folk obeyed;
an island uttered incandescent towers,
like frozen simultaneous hymns to Trade.
Here, in lonely multitude of powers,
thrones, dominations, celestial cavalcade,
they rise
---proclaiming Sea and sky are ours,
and yours, O man, the shadow of our shade.
Or did a poet crazed with dignity
rear them upon an island to prolong
his furious contempt for sky and sea?
To what emaciated hands belong
these index fingers of infinity?
O towers of intolerable song!
OK, then. Never heard of this, and never heard (much) of the author.
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