in East Sussex, where they read to each other, polished their verses and fenced for exercise on rainy days. When Yeats married Georgie Hyde-Lees, Pound was his best man. That's how it always was for Pound, playing the supporting role and never basking in the éclat of widespread acclaim. He lived in penury, yet whenever money came his way, he would channel it to Eliot or Joyce, who took it as their due, with little perceptible gratitude.
from Los Angeles Times: 'Ezra Pound: Poet' by A. David Moody
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