All Along the Watch Tower

There must be some kind of way out of here
Said the joker to the thief
There’s too much confusion
I can’t get no relief
Businessman, they, they drink my wine
Ploughmen dig my earth
None will level on the line
Nobody of it is worth

No reason to get excited
The thief he kindly spoke
There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke
But, uh, but you and I
We’ve been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now
The hour’s getting late

All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Barefoot servants too,
But huh, outside in the cold distance
A wildcat did growl
Two riders were approachin
And the wind begin to howl

Notes for Canto CXX (Ezra Pound)

I have tried to write Paradise

Do not move
    Let the wind speak
      that is paradise.

Let the Gods forgive what I
      have made
Let those I love try to forgive
      what I have made.