Treasure Island

Ezra Pound

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

An Immorality


Sing we for love and idleness,
Naught else is worth the having.

Though I have been in many a land,
There is naught else in living.

And I would rather have my sweet,
Though rose-leaves die of grieving,

Than do high deeds in Hungary
To pass all men's believing.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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