O God, O Venus, O Mercury, patron of thieves,
Give me in due time, I beseech you, a little tobacco-shop,
With the little bright boxes
piled up neatly upon the shelves
And the loose fragment cavendish
and the shag,
And the bright Virginia
loose under the bright glass cases,
And a pair of scales
not too greasy,
And the votailles dropping in for a word or two in passing,
For a flip word, and to tidy their hair a bit.

O God, O Venus, O Mercury, patron of thieves,
Lend me a little tobacco-shop,
or install me in any profession
Save this damn’d profession of writing,
where one needs one’s brains all the time.

Analysis, meaning and summary of Ezra Pound's poem The Lake Isle


  1. Francis M says:

    Its not a parody. Its building on the same sentiment, transposed. A parody would surely work by reworking the style to fit an exaggerated version of the content, rather than taking very similar content (authentic, we assume, in its place) and using a totally different style, while paying lip-service to the source in the title.

  2. kabo says:

    This poem is a simple parody of William Butler Yeats’s ‘The Lake Isle of Innisfree’.

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