How our modernity,
Nerve-wracked and broken, turns
Against time's way and all the way of things,
Crying with weak and egoistic cries!

All things are given over,
Only the restless will
Surges amid the stars
Seeking new moods of life,
New permutations.

See, and the very sense of what we know
Dodges and hides as in a sombre curtain
Bright threads leap forth, and hide, and leave no pattern.

--from Und Drang; Ezra Pound