"I have not found thee in the tents
In the broken darkness.
I have not found thee at the wellhead
Among the women with pitchers. . . ."
When the author of these lines, Ezra Pound, came bounding out of Idaho in 1900, he brought along one of the world's remarkable egos. He also brought a poetic flame, the divining eye of a natural teacher, and a motley personalitypart despot, part poet, part pressagent. Clearly, he was in for an interesting time.
At 22, Pound forsook his country: the U.S. would not leave off rustling...