The Radio Broadcasts. Poem by Ripper Jones
The Radio Broadcasts.
Rating: ★5.0
Ezra Pound you hold court,
Lots of great people await your report.
In the mad-house you sit
Like a king giving a remit
But Ezra when you knew of the camps
And still held your views - what a missed chance!
An insane intellect you might have become,
But before you went mad - and the world deaf and dumb.
Wednesday, June 18, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Art
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4/26/2024 10:10:32 AM # 1.0.0.1119
i am a fan of your poetry, this one is well written.