Don't know if it helps, speaking of Pound, but after 25 years in London
I can only summon up readily the crudest cracker accent, not the softer
vowels of Tidewater or of Northern Virginia, where I grew up. That aw
shucks stuff in EP's letters does grate; remember seeing an exasperated
and piteous return missive from Ford Madox Ford, asking him to cut the
foolery, FMF was too ill to translate ...
Besides enjoying that kind of wit/country boy demotic (and it was a
popular affectation in his youth, I believe), maybe EP liked to paint
himself as having a kind of down-home common sense. It's pretty clear he
wanted recognition in fields other than poetry...
Anne Rouse
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