This poem is taken from PN Review 46, Volume 12 Number 2, November - December 1985.
At the Grave of Ezra Pound
i
here lies a man
of words, who in time
came to doubt their meanings
who therefore confines
himself to two words
only here
EZRA POVND
minimal
the injury done
to the white stone
...
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