Ezra Pound,
Lustra — Further Instructions
(1916)
“ Come, my songs, let us express our baser passions, Let us express our envy of the man with a steady job and no worry about the future. You are very idle, my songs. I fear you will come to a bad end. You stand about in the streets, You loiter at the corners and bus-stops You do next to nothing at all. You do not even express our inner nobilities, You will come to a very bad end. ”
