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Literature is News that stays News. - Ezra Pound 1885- 1972

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Each new day that comes the heart unsettles
More and more... How strong the smell of rye!
At my feet you have been laid, and that is
Where I'll have you lie.

Orioles till nighttime from the very
Tops of maples call - loud are their cries!..
Oh, what fun to drive away the merry
Wasps that circle near your green, green eyes!

Do you hear a coach-bell's far-off tinkling?
It's a sound we both, my dear one, know.
Lest you weep, a little song 141 sing you
Of a night of parting and of woe.

1913