Author Ezra Pound This thing, that hath a code and not a core, Hath set acquaintance where might be affections, And nothing now Disturbeth his reflections. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 1 (1 vote) Rate Log in or register to post comments