Ezra Pound

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

Further Instructions - Poem by Ezra Pound

Come, my songs, let us express our baser passions.
Let us express our envy for the man with a steady job and no worry about the future.
You are very idle, my songs,
I fear you will come to a bad end.
You stand about the streets, You loiter at the corners and bus-stops,
You do next to nothing at all.

You do not even express our inner nobilitys,
You will come to a very bad end.

And I? I have gone half-cracked.
I have talked to you so much that I almost see you about me,
Insolent little beasts! Shameless! Devoid of clothing!

But you, newest song of the lot,
You are not old enough to have done much mischief.
I will get you a green coat out of China
With dragons worked upon it.
I will get you the scarlet silk trousers
From the statue of the infant Christ at Santa Maria Novella;
Lest they say we are lacking in taste,
Or that there is no caste in this family.


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  • (11/28/2010 6:10:00 AM)


    why is there no comment on this
    how can a poet not comment after reading this
    this is a very very funny poem
    thomas
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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 31, 2011


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