O chansons foregoing

You were a seven days’ wonder.

When you came out in the magazines

You created considerable stir in Chicago,

And now you are stale and worn out,

You’re a very depleted fashion,

A hoop-skirt, a calash,

An homely, transient antiquity.

Only emotion remains.

Your emotions?

Are those of a maitre-de-cafe.

 

 

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Ezra Pound

Poems by Ezra Pound