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Go, my songs, seek your praise from the young and from the intolerant,
Move among the lovers of perfection alone.
Seek ever to stand in the hard Sophoclean light And take you wounds from it gladly.
Ezra Pound
Ezra Weston Loomis Pound (30 October 1885 – 1 November 1972) was an expatriate American poet and critic, a major figure in the early modernist p
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En robe de parade Like a skein of loose silk blown against a She walks by the railing of a path in Kensington Gardens, And she is dying piece-meal Tof a sort of emotional anaemia
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Wal, Thanksgivin' do be comin' round With the price of turkeys on the bound, And coal, by gum
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Come, or the stellar tide will slip away Eastward avoid the hour of its decline, Now for the needle trembles in my soul
