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A Pact
(30 October 1885 – 1 November 1972 / Hailey / Idaho)

A Pact

Poem By Ezra Pound

I make a pact with you, Walt Whitman -
I have detested you long enough.
I come to you as a grown child
Who has had a pig-headed father;
I am old enough now to make friends.
It was you that broke the new wood,
Now is a time for carving.
We have one sap and one root -
Let there be commerce between us.

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Well expressed thoughts and feelings.............
The first ever diss track
i would like to know what was W. W. answer
Beautiful poem really heart touching
Masterful poem has been worked and re-worked to seem spontaneous. Beautifully shaped lines advance a generous argument, stroke by stroke.