There's a lot of fine stuff in Pound but too much whining and wailing over Art. He never seems to mourn the death of a human as much as the death of an Artist. And it's always a capital "A." But i never forget:
What thou lovest well remains; the rest is dross. What thou lovest well shall not be reft from thee. What thou lovest well is thy true heritage. Pull down thy vanity, I say, pull down...
In fact, now that I think about it, one thing these two poets share is a quaint antiquarianism. Milton reaches back to Virgil; Pound reaches back to the cinquecento...and both deliberately, visibly so.
Joanna