Pound
Eliot
Yeats — fascists all.
Would you
?
disposed to such selfsame superiority
make of art
such grandiose assessments
of what is right and pure?
Would you,
in your unpeopled landscape,
gold with harvest, place
the blemished hound,
the doting mistress, the penniless waif,
and the long bent road
that they invisibly stride?
Image: Kent Pilcher on Unsplash
Sweet and Bitter Greens 
I really like what you are saying here. I don’t think they would. And that last line is damn good.
Thank ya, Bob!
D
I offer no lessons; attempt no pontifications. Let the reader choose what to hear.
Well done.
Thanks, Ron. Exactly.
D