Go, my songs, seek your praise from the young 
and from the intolerant, 
Move among the lovers of perfection alone. 
Seek ever to stand in the hard Sophoclean light 
And take you wounds from it gladly. 

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Poet: Ezra Pound (Ezra Pound Art)
Poem: Ité
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