An Immorality Poem by Ezra Pound

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. An Immorality by Ezra Pound: Summary, Themes, Analysis & Discussion
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