An Immorality

Ezra Pound

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Sing we for love and idleness,
Naught else is worth the having.

Though I have been in many a land,
There is naught else in living.

And I would rather have my sweet,
Though rose-leaves die of grieving,

Than do high deeds in Hungary
To pass all men's believing.

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  • emil162360369195

    WOW! THIS POEM BY EZRA POUND REALLY MADE MY DAY! I REMEMBER READIN IT WHEN I WAS YOUNGER, AND IT STILL STRIKES ME. I MEAN, "SING WE FOR LOVE AND IDLENESS, NAUGHT ELSE IS WORTH HAVING" RIGHT? IS HE SAYING THAT TRUE HAPPINESS COMES FROM LOVE AND LAZINESS? SIMPLY BEUTIFUL, BUT I CAN'T HELP BUT WONDER, IS HIGH DEEDS IN HUNGARY A REFERENCE TO A HISTORY THING OR SOMETHING?