Ezra Pound you hold court,
Lots of great people await your report.
In the mad-house you sit
Like a king giving a remit
But Ezra when you knew of the camps
And still held your views - what a missed chance!
An insane intellect you might have become,
But before you went mad - and the world deaf and dumb.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i am a fan of your poetry, this one is well written.