I like Ezra with his pound of images.
Let there be commerce between us.
I am just pound foolish, penny wise.
His poetry’s soul comes in my verse.
My golden I sphere is melted in him.
We are the same sap and same root.
Remember I pick up only my pennies.
I owe my pig-headed father just a bit.
One or two pennies, so I can be wise.
(Remembering Ezra Pound’s great poems A pact and Histrion)