"A PACT" POEMA DE EZRA POUND PARA OLVIDAR TANTA POLÉMICA SOBRE EL PREMIO NOBEL A BOB DYLAN

I make a pact with you, Walt Whitman -  I have detested you long enough. I come to you as a grown child Who has had a pig-headed father; I am old enough now to make friends. It was you that broke the new wood, Now is a time for carving. We have one sap and one root -  Let there be commerce between us.