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Pound, Ezra: An Immorality

Portre of Pound, Ezra

An Immorality (English)

   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.



Uploaded byDvorcsák Gábor Imre
Publisherwww.poetry-archive.com
Source of the quotationwww.poetry-archive.com

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