| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Salvationists | | By Ezra Pound |
| | I COME, my songs, let us speak of perfection— | |
| We shall get ourselves rather disliked. | |
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II Ah yes, my songs, let us resurrect | |
| The very excellent term Rusticus. | |
| Let us apply it in all its opprobrium | 5 |
| To those to whom it applies. | |
| And you may decline to make them immortal, | |
| For we shall consider them and their state | |
| In delicate | |
| Opulent silence. | 10 |
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III Come, my songs, | |
| Let us take arms against this sea of stupidities— | |
| Beginning with Mumpodorus; | |
| And against this sea of vulgarities— | |
| Beginning with Nimmim; | 15 |
| And against this sea of imbeciles— | |
| All the Bulmenian literati. | | | | |
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