Monday, November 16th, 2009 | Author:

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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  1. On a more surly, grrrly note:

    To Walt Whitman

    hey man, my brother
    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

  2. That Angela de Hoyos poem rocks!

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