Ezra Pound

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

An Immorality

Poem by Ezra Pound

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.

Comments about An Immorality by Ezra Pound

  • Raymond Farrell (4/22/2015 11:45:00 PM)

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

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  • Michael GaleMichael Gale (12/5/2008 12:34:00 AM)

    Pretty durned good!

    God bless all poets-MJG.(Report)Reply

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  • Walter Durk (10/5/2007 7:29:00 PM)

    This is a poem I really enjoy.(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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