Thursday, July 21, 2011

Free Ezra Pound

The Garret

Come, let us pity those who are better off than we are.
Come, my friend, and remember
             that the rich have butlers and no friends,
And we have friends and no butlers.
Come, let us pity the married and the unmarried.

Dawn enters with little feet
              like a gilded Pavlova,
And I am near my desire.
Nor has life in it aught better
Than this hour of clear coolness,
               the hour of waking together.

Ezra Pound

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