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286 THIS DIFFICULT INDIVIDUAL yet had no intention of drinking the cup of hemlock which his fellow citizens had offered him. Dorothy Pound was also as apt and self-effacing as a professor's wife, as she poured tea, murmured "Shush" when the bluejays became too noisy, and produced little paper bags for the shells of hard-boiled eggs, so that we should not litter the lawn. I never failed to experience a thrill of excitement and anticipation as I disembarked from the bus and strode across the broad campus of St. Elizabeths. Despite the elevation, the ground was often swampy, but I preferred crossing it to following the more circuitous route along the concrete walk. If it were a summer's day, I knew that Ezra and his wife would be waiting on the lawn, near a clump of bushes that partially shielded them from the buildings. After shaking hands with them, I would go on to the administration building to report and perhaps bring back a Coca Cola from the machine or a cup of coffee for Ezra and his wife. When I had returned, Ezra would be occupied with the first business of the day, my lunch. My writings had not as yet brought in a financial return, and Ezra was pleased to be able to renew his lifelong role of assisting the careers of writers and artists, even while locked up by his government. He brought down leftover hard-boiled eggs, salami and other food, some of which was slightly stale, but under the circumstances most of it was rather good. As someone has said, "Americans are the greatest consumers of stale food in the world." Certainly I have consumed my share of it. There was a plentiful supply of dry white bread, much better than that produced by our commercial bakeries; tea, which had been stored in mayonnaise bottles; and the hospital doughnuts, which also were good. Later, we would enjoy for dessert some of the specialties that had arrived from his admirers in various parts of the world. Although there was never a flood of these delicacies, they arrived steadily, so that there would often be a choice between a Port du Salut from a Trappist monastery in Canada, a banana sweet from the Philippines, or ginger from Hong Kong. Edith Hamilton always brought out a box of exquisite chocolates on her visits, which were far too infrequent. They were in a plain box, and after
EZRA POUND 287 Dorothy Pound had repeatedly tried to find out where she bought them, she finally confessed that her cook made them. While I would eat lunch, Ezra would be sorting out various papers and letters that he wanted me to read or to answer. He would be dashing off the addresses of people whom he wanted me to contact, and titles of books that I should consult at the Library of Congress. Although he carried on a heavy correspondence, he occasionally farmed out letters for his friends to answer, especially if he thought they might have more direct knowledge on points contained in the letters. His manner during this period was usually one of furious haste, as though he wanted to make the most of this brief daily interlude away from his cell. If, during our conversation, the name of someone else came up whom he thought I should contact, he would immediately jump up and make the long trek back to his cell to get the address. There was no significant change in the nature of his correspondence during his years of incarceration. To the best of my knowledge, he never contacted anyone with a request to aid him in seeking his release, although some of his friends were active in this regard. His letters were filled with advice to young writers, exhortations to old friends, such as Eliot and Cummings, and correspondence with other political prisoners, such as Admiral Sir Barry Domvile in England. Many people who met me during the years I was visiting Pound would ask, "Is he really crazy?" Usually they knew that he was continuing his work (he published some eight books during his period of confinement), but perhaps they supposed that he was lucid for an hour or two each day, during which he would hastily write some poems, and then relapse into madness until the following day. My answer was always the same: "Come out and talk to him. You can decide for yourself. He receives visitors every afternoon, and converses freely with them about many subjects. If he really were crazy, could he carry on these rational conversations, day after day?" I never heard Ezra make an irrational statement, nor to my knowledge, did any of his other visitors. The most widely-encountered impression among people who knew something of Pound's situation, but who did not visit him, was that he was
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286 THIS DIFFICULT INDIVIDUAL<br />
yet had no intention of drinking the cup of hemlock which his fellow<br />
citizens had offered him. Dorothy Pound was also as apt and<br />
self-effacing as a professor's wife, as she poured tea, murmured<br />
"Shush" when the bluejays became too noisy, and produced little<br />
paper bags for the shells of hard-boiled eggs, so that we should not<br />
litter the lawn.<br />
I never failed to experience a thrill of excitement and anticipation<br />
as I disembarked from the bus and strode across the broad<br />
campus of St. Elizabeths. Despite the elevation, the ground was<br />
often swampy, but I preferred crossing it to following the more<br />
circuitous route along the concrete walk. If it were a summer's<br />
day, I knew that Ezra and his wife would be waiting on the lawn,<br />
near a clump of bushes that partially shielded them from the buildings.<br />
After shaking hands with them, I would go on to the administration<br />
building to report and perhaps bring back a Coca Cola<br />
from the machine or a cup of coffee for Ezra and his wife.<br />
When I had returned, Ezra would be occupied with the first<br />
business of the day, my lunch. My writings had not as yet brought<br />
in a financial return, and Ezra was pleased to be able to renew his<br />
lifelong role of assisting the careers of writers and artists, even<br />
while locked up by his government. He brought down leftover<br />
hard-boiled eggs, salami and other food, some of which was<br />
slightly stale, but under the circumstances most of it was rather<br />
good. As someone has said, "Americans are the greatest consumers<br />
of stale food in the world." Certainly I have consumed my<br />
share of it.<br />
There was a plentiful supply of dry white bread, much better<br />
than that produced by our commercial bakeries; tea, which had<br />
been stored in mayonnaise bottles; and the hospital doughnuts,<br />
which also were good.<br />
Later, we would enjoy for dessert some of the specialties that<br />
had arrived from his admirers in various parts of the world. Although<br />
there was never a flood of these delicacies, they arrived<br />
steadily, so that there would often be a choice between a Port du<br />
Salut from a Trappist monastery in Canada, a banana sweet from<br />
the Philippines, or ginger from Hong Kong. Edith Hamilton always<br />
brought out a box of exquisite chocolates on her visits, which<br />
were far too infrequent. They were in a plain box, and after