ABSTRACT
Various influences are manifest in this daintily produced volume of verse. The Old French singers and Browning—contrasts indeed!—are the most prominent. Mr. Pound has any amount of affectations, and sometimes is incoherent in order to seem original, but, in spite of drawbacks, he manages to suggest his essential sincerity. It is a queer little book which will irritate many readers. We dislike its faults, and confess to being puzzled here and there. And yet—and yet we are attracted occasionally by lines which are almost, if not quite, nonsense. Our conclusion is that Mr. Pound is a poet, though a fantastic one.
