Here you will find the Poem Epilogue of poet Ezra Pound
O chansons foregoing You were a seven days' wonder. When you came out in the magazines You created considerable stir in Chicago, And now you are stale and worn out, You're a very depleted fashion, A hoop-skirt, a calash, An homely, transient antiquity. Only emotion remains. Your emotions? Are those of a maitre-de-cafe.
