An Immorality Poem by Ezra Pound

An Immorality

Rating: 2.8

Sing we for love and idleness,
Naught else is worth the having.

Though I have been in many a land,
There is naught else in living.

And I would rather have my sweet,
Though rose-leaves die of grieving,

Than do high deeds in Hungary
To pass all men's believing.

Raymond Farrell 22 April 2015

Economy of words and gets right to the point. Doesn't destroy the poem with unnecessary symbols and endless word play etc

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Michael Gale 05 December 2008

Pretty durned good! God bless all poets-MJG.

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Walter Durk 05 October 2007

This is a poem I really enjoy.

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Ezra Pound

Ezra Pound

Hailey / Idaho
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