Ezra Pound

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The Garret, Ezra Pound

Come, let us pity those who are better off than we are;
come, my friend, and remember
that the rich have butlers and no friends,
and we have friends and no butlers.
Come, let us pity the married and the unmarried.

Dawn enters with little feet
like a gilded Pavlova,
and I am near my desire.
Nor has life in it aught better
than this hour of clear coolness,
the hour of waking together.

Comments

[duathir.livejournal.com]

Thank you; I have always liked this one.