A Pact
I make a pact with you, Walt Whitman—
I have detested you long enough.
I come to you as a grown child
Who has had a pig-headed father;
It was you that broke the new wood,
Now is a time for carving.
We have one sap and one root—
Let there be commerce between us.
—Ezra Pound, Selected Poems of Ezra Pound (New Directions, 1957)
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