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A month or twain to live on honeycomb	A
Is pleasant but to eat it for a year	B
Is simply beastly Thus the poet spake	C
Feeling how sticky all his stomach was	D
With hivings of ten thousand cheated bees	E
O wisdom that could shape immortal words	F
And frame a diet for dyspeptic man	G
But what of turnips Come a lyric now	H
Upon the luscious roots unsung as yet	I
Not roots I know but stalks still never mind	J
Metre and sauce will suit them just as well	K
Or shall we speak of omelettes Muse begin	L
To feed a fortnight on transmuted eggs	M
Would doubtless be both comforting and cheap	N
But oh the nausea on the fourteenth day	O
I'd rather read a book by Ezra Pound	P
Then choke the seven hundredth omelette down	Q
Just as I'd rather read some F S Flint	R
Than live a month or twain on honeycomb	A
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O Ezra Pound O omelette of the world	S
Concocted with strange herbs from dead Provence	T
Garlic from Italy and spice from Greece	U
Having suffered a rare Pound change on the way	O
How rarely shouldst thou taste were not the eggs	M
Laid in America and hither brought	V
Too late I don't like omelettes made with fowls	M
Take hence this Pound and put him to the test	W
Try him with acid see if he turn black	X
As will the best old silver when enraged	Y
At touching fungi of the baser sort	Z
Forgive digression These similitudes	M
Entrance me and I lose myself in them	A2
As schoolboys picking flowers by the way	O
Escape the angry usher's vigilance	M
And then concealed behind a hedge or shed	B2
Produce the awesome pipe or thrice lit fag	C2
And make themselves incredibly unwell	K
My brain is bubbling and the thoughts will out	D2
But Ezra Pound they turn again to thee	E2
As surely as the lode stone to the Pole	K
Or as the dog to what he hath cast up	F2
A simile of Solomon's not mine	G2
And your shock head of damp unwholesome hay	O
Such as the cunning farmer oft declares	M
When stacked will perish by spontaneous fire	H2
Frequents my dreams and makes them ludicrous	M
Thou most ridiculous sprite Thou ponderous fairy	E2
Bourgeois Bohemian Innocent Verlaine	G2
I read in The Booksellers' Circular	H2
That in the University of Pa	I2
Or Kans or Col or Mass or Tex or Ont	D2
A line of normal pattern Saintsbury	H2
You hold a fellowship in O merciful gods	M
Romanics which strange word interpreted	D2
Means I suppose the Romance languages	M
Doubtless they read Italian in Pa	I2
And some may speak French fluently in Ont	D2
But German Ezra There's the bloody rub	J2
It's not Romance and it is hard to learn	G2
And Heine though an easy going chap	K2
Would doubtless trounce you soundly if he knew	G2
The sorry hash that you have made of him	L2
But no you're not for immortality	D2
Not even such as that of Freiligrath	E2
Enshrined together with his Mohrenfurst	D2
In unrelenting amber I hold you here	H2
In a soap bubble's iridescent walls	M
The whimsy of a long midwinter night	D2
And give you immortality enough	M2
Thou sorry brat Thou transatlantic clown	G2
That seek'st to ape the treadless Ariel	K
And out top Shelley in an aeroplane	G2
Take the all obvious padding from your pants	M
And cut your hair and go to Pa again	G2
Or Kans or Col or Mass or Tex or Ont	D2
Or even Oomp if such a place exist	D2
And take with you the poets you admire	H2
Both Yeats and Flint to charm the folk of Oomp	K2
And write again for Munsey's Magazine	G2
Of your good brother Everyone Just God	D2
Am even I of his relationship	K2
So end as you began or even worse	M
No matter so 'tis in America	N2

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