a pact
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A PactAuthor(s): Ezra PoundSource: Poetry, Vol. 2, No. 1 (Apr., 1913), pp. 11-12Published by: Poetry FoundationStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20569746 .
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Contemporania
Go like a blight upon the dulness of the world; Go with your edge against this, Strengthen the subtle cords, Bring confidence upon the algae and the tentacles of the
soul.
Go in a friendly manner, Go with an open speech. Be eager to find new evils and new good, Be against all forms of oppression. Go to those who are thickened with middle age, To those who have lost their interest.
Go to the adolescent who are smothered in family Oh how hideous it is To see three generations of one house gathered together! It is like an old tree with shoots, And with some branches rotted and falling.
Go out and defy opinion, Go against this vegetable bondage of the blood. Speak for the free kinship of the mind and spirit. Go, against all forms of oppression.
A PACT
I make truce with you, Walt Whitman I have detested you long enough.
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POETRY: A Magazine of Verse
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.
IN A STATION OF THE METRO
The apparition of these faces in the crowd : Petals on a wet, black bough .
Ezra Pound
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