| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917. |
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| 287. The Choice |
| | | By Ezra Pound |
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| IT is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies, | |
| But for all that I have seen you on a high, white, noble horse, | |
| Like some strange queen in a story. | |
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| It is odd that you should be covered with long robes and trailing tendrils and flowers; | |
| It is odd that you should be changing your face and resembling some other woman to plague me; | 5 |
| It is odd that you should be hiding yourself in the cloud of beautiful women, who do not concern me. | |
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| And I, who follow every seed-leaf upon the wind! | |
| They will say that I deserve this. | |
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