Cantos 102- 103

And a voice behind me in the street
" Meestair Freer* Meestair ”

And I thought I was three thousand
Miles from the nearest connection,

And he’d known me for three days, years before that,

And he said, one day a week later Woud you lak
To meet a wholley man, yais he is a veree wholley man
So I met Mohamed Ben Abt el Hjameed,

And that evemng he spent his whole time
Queenng the shirt-seller’s busmess.

And takmg hot whiskey The sailors

Come in there for two mghts a week and fill up the cafe

And the rock scorpions cling to the edge

Until they can’t jes’ nacherly stand it

And then they go to the Calpe (Lyceo)



NO MEMBER OF THE MILITARY
OF WHATEVER RANK
IS PERMITTED WITHIN THE WALLS
OF THIS CLUB


’That fer the governor of Gibel Tara
“ Jeen-jah* Jeen-jah’ ” squawked Mohamed,

” O-ah, geef heem sax-pence *'

And a chap m a red fez came m, and grinned at Mohamed
Who spat across four metres of tables
At Mustafa That was all there was
To that greetmg, and three nights later

Ginger came back as a customer, and to<^ it out of Mohamed
He hadn’t sold a damn shirt on the Tuesday
And I met Yusuf and eight men m the calle.

So I sez Wot IS the matter^

And Yusuf said Vairy foolish, it will




Be sefen an’ seex for the summons
— Mohamed want to sue heem for libel —

To give all that to the court ^

So I went off to Granada
And when I came back I saw Ginger, and I said
What about it^

And he said O-ah, I geef heem a
Seex-pence Customs of the sha-ha-reef
And they were all there in the lyceo,

Cab drivers, and chaps from tobacco shops,

And Edward the Seventh’s guide, and they were all
For secession

Dance halls being closed at two in the morning,

By the governor’s order And another day on the pier
Was a fat fellah from Rhode Island, a-sayin’

** Bi Hek’ I been all thru Italy

An’ ain’t never been stuck’ ”

But this place is plumb full er scoundrels ”

And Yusuf said Yais^ an’ the reech man
In youah countree, haowa they get their money,

They no go rob some poor pairsons^

And the fat fellah shut up, and went off
And Yusuf said Woat, he iss all thru Eetaly
An’ ee is nevair been stuck, ee ees a liar
W’en I goa to some forain’s country
1 am stuck

W’en yeou goa to some foram’s country
You moss be stuck, w’en they come ’ere I steek thaim
And we went down to the synagogue.

All full of silver lamps

And the top gallery stacked with old benches.

And in came the levite and six little choir kids
And began yowling the ritual
As if   it was crammed full of jokes.

And they went through a whole book of it,






                               Ezra Pound




















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