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An Immorality

 

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.

 

Ezra Pound

 

Notes for students:

high deeds in Hungary = I believe this

   refers to heroic deeds in Hungary

   during World War I - Ed.


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