Ezra Pound's poetry has two problems.
The first is the often ridiculously antiquating language:
Yea sometimes in a bustling man-filled place
Me seemeth some-wise thy hair wandereth
Across mine eyes, as mist that halloweth
The air awhile and giveth all things grace.
The second is Ezra Pound.
05.03.2023
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