The day Ezra Pound died
I snuck out of school
With two friends
For a cup of coffee.
'Ezra Pound died.', I said.
'Who is he? ', they said.
'Just a poet.', I said.
My Italian-descended
Lawrencian-born
Math and Science
Educators for the
Slow-learners
Talked about cars
& Women conquests.
Their talk had a poetic
Touch to it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How far from the classical education Pound so wished for America. So far you wouldn't even offer a clue.