Ezra Pound

Here you will find the Poem An Immorality of poet Ezra Pound

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.