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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936).  The New Poetry: An Anthology.  1917.
293. Further Instructions
By Ezra Pound
COME, my songs, let us express our baser passions.
Let us express our envy for the man with a steady job and no worry about the future.
You are very idle, my songs;
I fear you will come to a bad end.
You stand about the streets. You loiter at the corners and bus-stops,        5
You do next to nothing at all.
You do not even express our inner nobility;
You will come to a very bad end.
And I? I have gone half cracked.
I have talked to you so much that I almost see you about me,        10
Insolent little beasts! Shameless! Devoid of clothing!
But you, newest song of the lot,
You are not old enough to have done much mischief.
I will get you a green coat out of China
With dragons worked upon it.        15
I will get you the scarlet silk trousers
From the statue of the infant Christ at Santa Maria Novella;
Lest they say we are lacking in taste,
Or that there is no caste in this family.


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