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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391270" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Provincia Deserta</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391270" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">At Rochecoart,<br>Where the hills part<br>in three ways,<br>And three valleys, full of winding roads,<br>Fork out to south and north,<br>There is a place of trees . . . gray with lichen.<br>I have walked there<br>thinking of old days.<br>At Chalais<br>is a pleached arbour;<br>Old pensioners and old protected \vomen<br>Have the right there<br>it is charity.<br>I have crept over old rafters,<br>peering down<br>Over the Dronne,<br>over a stream full of lilies.<br>Eastward the road lies,<br>Aubeterre is eastward,<br>With a garrulous old man at the inn.<br>I know the roads in that place:<br>Mareuil to the north-east,<br>La Tour,<br>There are three keeps near Mareuil,<br>And an old woman,<br>glad to hear Arnaut,<br>Glad to lend one dry clothing.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391270" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I have walked<br>into Perigord,<br>I have seen the torch-flames, high-leaping,<br>Painting the front of that church;<br>Heard, under the dark, whirling laughter.<br>I have looked back over the stream<br>and seen the high building,<br>Seen the long minarets, the white shafts.<br>I have gone in Ribeyrac<br>and in Sarlat,<br>I have climbed rickety stairs, heard talk of Croy,<br>Walked over En Bertran's old layout,<br>Have seen Narbonne, and Cahors and Chalus,<br>Have seen Excideuil, carefully fashioned.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391270" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I have said:<br>‘Here such a one walked.<br>‘Here Cceur-de-Lion was slain.<br>'Here was good singing.<br>'Here one man hastened his step.<br>'Here one lay panting.'<br>I have looked south from Hautefort,<br>thinking of Montaignac, southward.<br>I have lain in Rocafixada,<br>level with sunset,<br>Have seen the copper come down<br>tingeing the mountains,<br>I have seen the fields, pale, clear as an emerald,<br>Sharp peaks, high spurs, distant castles.<br>I have said: The old roads have lain here.<br>'Men have gone by such valleys<br>‘Where the great halls were closer together.'<br>I have seen Foix on its rock, seen Toulouse, and<br>Aries greatly altered,<br>I have seen the ruined 'Dorata'.<br>I have said:<br>'Riquier! Guido.'<br>I have thought of the second Troy,<br>Some little prized place in Auvergnat:<br>Two men tossing a coin, one keeping a castle,<br>One set on the highway to sing.<br>He sang a woman,<br>Auvergne rose to the song;<br>The Dauphin backed him.<br>'The castle to Austors!'<br>'Pieire kept the singing<br>‘A fair man and a pleasant.'<br>He won the lady,<br>Stole her away for himself, kept her against armed force:<br>So ends that story.<br>That age is gone;<br>Pieire de Maensac is gone.<br>I have walked over these roads;<br>I have thought of them living.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Ezra+Pound">Ezra Pound</a></strong></div>