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Olga Rudge & Ezra Pound: "What Thou Lovest Well..."

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164 The Road to Hell<br />

called in. ‘‘Due to his age and loss of personality resilience, prolonged<br />

exposure in the present environment may precipitate a mental breakdown,’’<br />

was his report. <strong>Pound</strong> was moved to the medical compound and<br />

given a standard-issue army tent. July came and went, but there were still<br />

no orders to return the prisoner to the United States.<br />

<strong>Olga</strong> remained at Casa 60, not knowing where <strong>Ezra</strong> was—in Italy or<br />

America—trying desperately to get news of him. In the cage at Pisa,<br />

<strong>Pound</strong> was thinking of her when he wrote:<br />

O white-chested martin, God damn it<br />

as no one else will carry a message,<br />

say to La Cara: amo. (Canto 76)<br />

<strong>Olga</strong> asked <strong>Ezra</strong>’s young friend John Drummond, then a lance corporal<br />

in the British Army stationed at Allied Commission Headquarters in<br />

Rome, to make inquiries. When Drummond hunted down Major Amprim,<br />

he was somewhat reassured: ‘‘He [Amprim] appreciates EP’s sincerity,<br />

integrity, and genius, but [will allow] no communication between <strong>Pound</strong><br />

and his loved ones,’’ he reported. Amprim was not permitted to tell where<br />

the prisoner was being held. Shortly after <strong>Olga</strong> received the May 24 note<br />

from <strong>Ezra</strong>, Dorothy, as next of kin, received her first letter. Remembering<br />

their wartime hardships, he had added a postscript: ‘‘Please see that <strong>Olga</strong><br />

has enough money.’’ It must have been di≈cult for Dorothy, but she took<br />

the initiative in writing: ‘‘I am enclosing one of the thousand lire notes that<br />

I found in his room soon after he was taken away. This, as you may<br />

remember, was his money, not mine. We never had a joint account at the<br />

Chiavari Bank. Mine [in London] is blocked.’’<br />

Throughout that long summer, the two women exchanged polite notes<br />

at the Café Yolanda, a central meeting place in Rapallo. When <strong>Olga</strong> went<br />

to Genoa to send messages to <strong>Ezra</strong> from both of them, Dorothy protested.<br />

‘‘That trip to Genoa was not a joy ride,’’ <strong>Olga</strong> reminded Dorothy, angered<br />

by her pettiness; ‘‘I went 20 hours without food. . . . It is of vital importance<br />

to safeguard E’s reputation in every way . . . that cannot be done by<br />

bickering among ourselves or showing anything but a united front to<br />

strangers.’’

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