In Durance

Soul-kin Cabin

In Durance
(1907)
Ezra Pound

I am homesick after mine own kind,
Oh I know that there are folk about me, friendly faces,
But I am homesick after mine own kind.

The poet was homesick for his soul-kin. That’s the word he uses when he writes, “Ordinary people touch me not. And I am homesick after mine own kind that know, and feel and have some breath for beauty and the arts.”

I can relate.
I am homesick for you.
For you are my own kind, my soul-kin.

You know. 

We both believe a cup of hot coffee tastes much better than herbal tea. We both enjoy driving clean automobiles. We both have insatiable appetites for curious music. We love to balance talk with quiet time, sprinkling our days with pensive reflection and meditation. We love to laugh, to ogle sunsets and each other, and we love to eat foods that nurture the belief we’re taking care of our bodies, and both our hearts go out to all who have to go without.

So I’m your kind.
And you’re mine.
We are soul-kin and I am homesick for you.

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