O chansons foregoing 
You were a seven days' wonder. 
When you came out in the magazines 
You created considerable stir in Chicago, 
And now you are stale and worn out, 
You're a very depleted fashion, 
A hoop-skirt, a calash, 
An homely, transient antiquity. 
Only emotion remains. 
Your emotions? 
Are those of a maitre-de-cafe.

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Poet: Ezra Pound
Poem: Epilogue
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