9. Meine Anthologie: butlers and friends

Meine Anthologie 12: Ezra Pound, The Garret

The Garret

Come let us pity those who are better off than we are.
Come, my friend, and remember
that the rich have butlers and no friends,
And we have friends and no butlers.
Come let us pity the married and the unmarried.

Dawn enters with little feet
Like a gilded Pavlova,
And I am near my desire.
Nor has life in it aught better
Than this hour of clear coolness,
The hour of waking together.

Lustra. 1916

garrett. = Bodenkammer, Mansarde

who are better off = die besser dran sind

dawn = Morgendämmerung

aught.= (irgend) etwas

Dieses Gedicht in der Lieferung von DayTips.Com ´s Poem-a-Day vom 18.4.2000 kam mir gerade recht, um es in eine etwas rechthaberische, jedenfalls leicht gereizt klingende Diskussion in einer Mailliste „einzuspeisen“.