Dear Poundians: Here, as promised, is my transcription of the aforementioned handwritten sonnet from Pound dated 1900. I've also included the Shakespeare sonnet on which it's based. Enjoy! Jonathan Gill Columbia University Let not my love be called Tom Foolery If when my praises fall I do depart. If unlike my songs of praise would be Count me not fickle for my changeful heart, If in my art you wish diversity How shall my love be one alway the same Count not my way wordless perversity If all my rimes call not upon one name Say I am steadfast in the difference Say I am true, tho truth should seem untruth Say tis the mind that loves and not the sense Say what you will of me but know forsooth My love is changeless through all-changing time. I love that one who needs me most to rime. Shakespeare's "Sonnet 105": Let not my love be called idolatry, Nor my belovèd as an idol show, Since all alike my songs and praises be To one, of one, still such, and ever so. Kind is my love today, tomorrow kind Still constant in a wondrous excellence; Therefore my verse, to constancy confined, One thing expressing, leaves out difference. Fair, kind, and true is all my argument, Fair, kind, and true, varying to other words; And in this change is my invention spent, Three themes in one, which wondrous scope affords. Fair, kind, and true have often lived alone, Which three till now never kept seat in one.