I can’t believe I forgot to scan this, but check it out:
“A Pact”
by Ezra Pound
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;
I am old enough now to make friends.
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.
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On a more surly, grrrly note:
To Walt Whitman
hey man, my brother
world-poet
prophet democratic
here’s a guitar
for you
-a chicana guitar-
so you can spill out a song
for the open road
big enough for my people
-my Native American race
that I cant seem to find
in your poems
by Angela de Hoyos
That Angela de Hoyos poem rocks!