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I make a pact with you, Walt Whitman -
I have detested you long enough.
I come to you as a grown child
Who has had a pig-headed father;
I am old enough now to make friends.
It was you that broke the new wood,
Now is a time for carving.
We have one sap and one root -
Let there be commerce between us.
Ezra Pound
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Read poems about / on: father, child, time, children, friend
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Pankaj Saksena (10/28/2009 11:58:00 PM)
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@ Stanton Hager - I think no one, as poetry is all but dead in this new age of confusion. The crap that those post-modernists can not be called poetry by sane people.
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Stanton Hager (8/20/2006 5:50:00 AM)
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I wonder who will be the next GREAT poet in English to make a 'pact' with Pound...
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