Ezra Weston Loomis Pound (Эзра Лумис Паунд)

An Immorality

Sing we for love and idleness,
Naught else is worth the having.

Though I have been in many a land,
There is naught else in living.

And I would rather have my sweet,
Though rose-leaves die of grieving,

Than do high deeds in Hungary
To pass all men's believing.

1. Invern
2. La Regina Avrillouse
3. The Return
4. Alba
5. Ballad for Gloom

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