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Ezra Pound

Go, my songs, seek your praise from the young
           and from the intolerant, 
Move among the lovers of perfection alone.
Seek ever to stand in the hard Sophoclean light
And take you wounds from it gladly.

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• Ezra Pound : Ione, Dead The Long Year
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• Ezra Pound : In Epitaphium Eius
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