The Garret

Ezra Pound

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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.

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  • senaidaworsnop5

    Just read a poem that made me rethink stuff. It's like we're better off with friends instead of butlers, and sometimes the simple things are the best in life.

    • cortneyontiveros

      Love the bit about dawn entering with little feet, really captures that quiet start to the day. It's a nice message too, friends over material things. Not always easy to remember but very true.