I <br />Come, my songs, let us speak of perfection <br />We shall get ourselves rather disliked. <br /> <br />II <br />Ah yes, my songs, let us resurrect <br />The very excellent term Rusticus. <br />Let us apply it in all its opprobrium <br />To those to whom it applies. <br />And you may decline to make them immortal, <br />For we shall consider them and their state <br />In delicate <br />Opulent silence. <br /> <br />III <br />Come, my songs, <br />Let us take arms against this sea of stupidities- <br />Beginning with Mumpodorus; <br />And against this sea of vulgarities <br />Beginning with Nimmim; <br />And against this sea of imbeciles <br />All the Bulmenian literati.<br /><br />Ezra Pound<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/salvationists/
