Ezra Pound (30 October 1885 – 1 November 1972 / Hailey / Idaho)
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Albatre
This lady in the white bath-robe which she calls a
peignoir,
Is, for the time being, the mistress of my friend,
And the delicate white feet of her little white dog
Are not more delicate than she is,
Nor would Gautier himself have despised their contrasts
in whiteness
As she sits in the great chair
Between the two indolent candles.
Ezra Pound
Submitted: Thursday, April 01, 2010
Poems by Ezra Pound : 10 / 249
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