Ezra Pound: London and After With Tapers Quenched, but with a mind on fire, You came to London and you razed That city’s stolid and conventional towers. Within days you knew everyone important, Had blue stockings swooning at your feet: A literary lynx, stalking her halls and salons. Not everybody’s cup of tea: bounding across the floor Of a chop-house to give Aldington The “low down” on Sappho; the green baize Trousers, pink coat, goatee, Silver-topped cane, scoop of flame red hair. The calculated distrait of the poète maudit; One blue earring. Some found you amusing, Others: “not the thing”.…