Monday Poem: “A Pact” By Ezra Pound

A Pact


I make a pact with you, Walt Whitman –

I have detested you long enough.

I come to you as a grown child

Who has had a pig-headed father;

I am old enough now to make friends.

It was you that broke the new wood,

Now is a time for carving.

We have one sap and one root –

Let there be commerce between us.


Ezra Pound

Maybe Pound did come back in a way…

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