| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222. | | | | Amitiés | | By Ezra Pound |
| | | | Old friends the most. |
| W. B. Y. |
I To one, on returning certain years after. YOU wore the same quite correct clothing, | |
| You took no pleasure at all in my triumphs, | |
| You had the same old air of condescension | |
| Mingled with a curious fear | |
| That I, myself, might have enjoyed them. | 5 |
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| Te voila, man Bourrienne, you also shall be immortal. | |
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II To another. And we say good-bye to you also, | |
| For you seem never to have discovered | |
| That your relationship is wholly parasitic; | |
| Yet to our feasts you bring neither | 10 |
| Wit, nor good spirits, nor the pleasing attitudes | |
| Of discipleship. | |
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III But you, bos amic, we keep on, | |
| For to you we owe a real debt: | |
| In spite of your obvious flaws, | 15 |
| You once discovered a moderate chop-house. | |
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IV| | Iste fuit vir incultus, |
| Deo laus, quod est sepultus, |
| Vermes habent eius vultum |
| A-a-a-aA-men. |
| Ego autem jovialis |
| Gaudebo in contubernalis |
| Cum jocunda femina. |
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