A Pact

Ezra Pound

A Pact

I'll 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.

1913, 1916

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