To Whom It May Concern

I

To a poem of mine

(Not quite yet refined)

Last night I dreamt

You were not written

But found as I passed

Through a Volume of

Ezra Pound.

II

Have I the courage

To profess (Half-Moon’s

At rest on my nose

Bridge) that “the second

Is as infinitely rich (if

Not richer)”? In a

Word, Yes.