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.
Friday, January 3, 2003
Topic(s) of this poem: leaves,rose
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
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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