The rest

O helpless few in my country,

O remnant enslaved!

Artists broken against her,

A-stray, lost in the villages,

Mistrusted, spoken-against,

Lovers of beauty, starved,

Thwarted with systems,

Helpless against the control;

You who can not wear yourselves out

By persisting to successes

You who an only speak,

Who can not steel yourselves into reiteration;

You of the finer sense,

Broken against false knowledge,

You who can know at first hand,

Hated, shut in, mistrusted:

Take thought:

I have weathered the storm,

I have beaten out my exile.

Ezra Pound, Poems of Lustra, 1913-1915