O helpless few in my country, remnant enslaved! <br /> <br />Artists broken against her, <br />A-stray, lost in the villages, <br />Mistrusted, spoken-against, <br /> <br />Lovers of beauty, starved, <br />Thwarted with systems, <br />Helpless against the control; <br /> <br />You who can not wear yourselves out <br />By persisting to successes, <br />You who can only speak, <br />Who can not steel yourselves into reiteration; <br /> <br />You of the finer sense, <br />Broken against false knowledge, <br />You who can know at first hand, <br />Hated, shut in, mistrusted: <br /> <br />Take thought: <br />I have weathered the storm, <br />I have beaten out my exile.<br /><br />Ezra Pound<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-rest-3/
