The Seven Poems of Raj
Pound got it, he understood.
This paradox –
How could he suck-up to a hoax?
The organic process,
He possessed most.
How could he so err!
The Somme, I know;
Gaudier, I know;
Sassoon, Owen;
But why the ill creature,
Pound, why
The theory!
Sweet Prince,
Gaudier
Your protégé
Your youth
Pound
Be free
You’re loved.
How I?!
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