Ezra Pound - MesmerismEzra Pound - Mesmerism
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Aye you`re a man that ! ye old mesmerizer
Tyin` your meanin` in seventy swadelin`s,
One must of needs be a hang`d early riser
To catch you at worm turning. Holy Odd`s body-kins!
`Cat`s i` the water butt!` Thought`s in your verse-barrel,
Tell us this thing rather, then we`ll believe you,
You, Master Bob Browning, spite your apparel
Jump to your sense and give praise as we`d lief do.
You wheeze as a head-cold long-tonsilled Calliope,
But God! what a sight you ha` got o` our in`ards,
Mad as a hatter but surely no Myope,
Broad as all ocean and leanin` man-kin`ards.
Heart that was big as the bowels of Vesuvius,
Words that were wing`d as her sparks in eruption,
Eagled and thundered as Jupiter Pluvius,
Sound in your wind past all signs o` corruption.
Here`s to you, Old Hippety-Hop o` the accents,
True to the Truth`s sake and crafty dissector,
You grabbed at the gold sure; had no need to pack cents,
Into your versicles.
Clear sight`s elector!
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