EZRA POUND

Youngman of my London days

Ego scriptor

Rambling rose

Of old Bromton Road

The South Kensigton Paradise

leading my life

I did not care

Living in case under the protection of Palas Athena taming her owl

Of the hidden wisdom

Hughy and Gail next door

My neighbours were

And Miss Avisson upstairs

On may birthday party

Cakes and candles

I was thirty

In the zest of waiting for God

eremitic in my cellar

I loved England

Londinun the new Rome

Hearing the rattle of the telex

Kisses and dispatches

News and ideas

Love making

Under the curtains

Painting the town red sometimes

Pubs and cheese and beer

The merry-go-round of Piccadilly Circus

And the dancing balls of Leicester Square

Ezra Pound you paved the

Way jostling in the underground

At rush hour

Wistful of the Roman Days

You the greatest of the American poets sitting in the bitter stool of Nuremberg

Accused of high treason

A new inquisition was in the offing

They put you in a cage

AS IF YOU WERE WILD BEAST

Passing sentence

Death

Was the verdict

But you were reprieved and declared insane

Was that Justice?

A signal of the new freedom

Erased your name

In ignominy

But you paved our ways pointing to the Promised land

At he end of the bridle path

Of thistles and thorns

Father of the new thought

The new singing

The new voice sounding

In your Cantos bring us the music of Villon ballads under the rope

difficult and inextricable

But Rome London means AMOR

And Ezra Pound

The greatest poet of America