Ezra Pound

(30 October 1885 – 1 November 1972 / Hailey / Idaho)

Poems of Ezra Pound

The Garrett

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.

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