A Pact I make a pact with you, Walt Whitman— I pick up the green tug of the earth I love you— I love you— For the loss of the American ocean, For the loss of the eternal tide, For the loss of the green earth. For the loss of grass, a bird, Industrials, steel and copper For the loss of living wood, For you, I love you— For the spin of the world— And the song of the pines.

• Ezra Pound