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 fragrent 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 a
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.
*Note: poetry by Ezra Pound "The Lake Isle"- This poem is an invocation used to call forth or make a request/wish like a prayer which was common in the ancient poetry of the Greeks and Romans.
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