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greenstormI love this guy's bead on human nature.
The Garret by Ezra Pound
The Garret
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 guilded Pavlova,
And I am near my desire.
Nor has life in it aught better
Than this hour of coolness,
the hour of waking together.
The Garret by Ezra Pound
The Garret
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 guilded Pavlova,
And I am near my desire.
Nor has life in it aught better
Than this hour of coolness,
the hour of waking together.
