Treasure Island

Ezra Pound

(30 October 1885 – 1 November 1972 / Hailey / Idaho)

L'Art


Green arsenic smeared on an egg-white cloth,
Crushed strawberries! Come, let us feast our eyes.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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