Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
AmitiésEzra Pound
To one, on returning certain years after.
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You took no pleasure at all in my triumphs,
You had the same old air of condescension
Mingled with a curious fear
That I, myself, might have enjoyed them.
To another.
And we say good-bye to you also,
For you seem never to have discovered
That your relationship is wholly parasitic;
Yet to our feasts you bring neither
Wit, nor good spirits, nor the pleasing attitudes
Of discipleship.
For to you we owe a real debt:
In spite of your obvious flaws,
You once discovered a moderate chop-house.