I dedicate this poem to (one of) my (many) job(s)

I dedicate this little poem by Ezra Pound to my job as a cashier at the liquor store around the corner from me, for it is rather brainless and affords me the time, on the nights that at busy, to read things like Ezra Pound's poems...(as always, spacing's a bit off because of Blogger.)

The Lake Isle

O God, O Venus, O Mercury, patron of thieves,
Give me in due time, I beseech you, a little tobacco-shop,
With the little bright boxes
piled up neatly upon the shelves
And the loose fragment cavendish
and the shag,
And the bright Virginia
loose under the bright glass cases,
And a pair of scales
not too greasy,
And the votailles dropping in for a word or two in passing,
For a flip word, and to tidy their hair a bit.

O God, O Venus, O Mercury, patron of thieves,
Lend me a little tobacco-shop,
or install me in any profession
Save this damn'd profession of writing,
where one needs one's brains all the time.

from Lustra (1913-1915)