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Taken from Poem Hunter.

Is it okay to say I like Ezra Pound’s poetry, even though he was such an awful idiot?

I, and this might be important later on, tend to separate an author’s work from his persona. Pound was a fascist scumbag… But so were many that are still read, and widely revered. I am looking at you, A. E. W. Mason.

The sun rises in south east corner of things

To look on the tall house of the Shin
For they have a daughter named Rafu,
(pretty girl)
She made the name for herself: ‘Gauze Veil,’
For she feeds mulberries to silkworms.
She gets them by the south wall of the town.
With green strings she makes the warp of her basket,
She makes the shoulder-straps of her basket
from the boughs of Katsura,
And she piles her hair up on the left side of her headpiece.

Her earrings are made of pearl,
Her underskirt is of green pattern-silk,
Her overskirt is the same silk dyed in purple,
And when men going by look on Rafu
They set down their burdens,
They stand and twirl their moustaches.