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Ezra Pound

Ezra Pound

Tame Cat

It rests me to be among beautiful women
Why should one always lie about such matters?
I repeat:
It rests me to converse with beautiful women
Even though we talk nothing but nonsense,
 
The purring of the invisible antennae
Is both stimulating and delightful.

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