I <br /> <br />To one, on returning certain years after <br /> <br />You wore the same quite correct clothing, <br />You took no pleasure at all in my triumphs, <br />You had the same old air of condescension <br />Mingled with a curious fear <br />That I, myself, might have enjoyed them. <br />Te Voilel, mon Bourrienne, you also shall be immortal. <br /> <br />II <br />To another <br /> <br />And we say good-bye to you also, <br />For you seem never to have discovered <br />That your relationship is wholly parasitic; <br />Yet to our feasts you bring neither <br />Wit, nor good spirits, nor the pleasing attitudes <br />Of discipleship. <br /> <br />III <br />But you, bos amic, we keep on, <br />For you we owe a real debt: <br />In spite of your obvious flaws, <br />You once discovered a moderate chop-house. <br /> <br />IV <br />Iste fuit vir incultus, <br />Deo Laus, quod est sepultus, <br />Vermes habent eius vultum <br />A-a-a-a –A-men. <br />Ego autem jovialis <br />Gaudero contubernalis <br />Cum jocunda femina.<br /><br />Ezra Pound<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/amities/
