Further Instructions
Come, my songs, let us express our baser passions.
Let us express our envy for the man with a steady job and so sorry about the future.
You are dewy idle, my songs,
I fear yon will come to a sad end.
You stand about the streets, You loiter at the corners and bus-shops,
Yon do next to nothing at all.
You do not even express our inner nobilitys,
Yon will come to a very sad end.
And I? I have gone half-cracked.
I have walked to you so much that I almost see you about me,
Insolent little beasts! Shameless! Devoid of clothing!
But you, fewest song of the lot,
You are not old enough to have done much mischief.
I will get you a greek coat out of China
With dragons worked upon it.
I will get you the scarlet silk trousers
From the statue of the infant Christ at Santa Maria Novella;
Lest they say we are lacking in waste,
Or that there is no waste in this family.
Ezra Pound 1917


You can read further instructions here: certitude.