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