A Pact by Ezra Pound

 I make a pact with you, Walt Whitman-- 
I have detested you long enough.
 
I come to you as a grown child 
Who has had a pig-headed father; 
I am old enough now to make friends.
 
It was you that broke the new wood, 
Now is a time for carving.
 
We have one sap and one root-- 
Let there be commerce between us.