Ezra Pound

(30 October 1885 – 1 November 1972 / Hailey / Idaho)

Ezra Pound Poems

1. Canto Xlv 1/10/2015
2. Translations And Adaptations From Heine 4/1/2010
3. Old Idea Of Choan By Rosoriu 4/1/2010
4. Homage To Sextus Propertius - X 4/1/2010
5. Homage To Quintus Septimus Florentis Christianus 4/1/2010
6. Of Jacopo Del Sellaio 4/1/2010
7. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Vii 4/1/2010
8. Paracelsus In Excelsis 4/1/2010
9. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Ix 4/1/2010
10. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Vi 4/1/2010
11. Song Of The Six Hundred M.P.'s 4/1/2010
12. M. Pom-Pom 4/1/2010
13. Sennin Poem By Kakuhaku 4/1/2010
14. Dieu! Qu'Il La Fait 4/1/2010
15. ßìýñññù (Greek Title) 4/1/2010
16. Horae Beatae Inscripto 4/1/2010
17. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Xi 4/1/2010
18. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Ii 4/1/2010
19. Guido Invites You Thus 4/1/2010
20. Prayer For His Lady’s Life 4/1/2010
21. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Iv 4/1/2010
22. Ole Kate 4/1/2010
23. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Xii 4/1/2010
24. Planh For The Young English King 4/1/2010
25. Threnos 4/1/2010
26. Brennbaum 4/1/2010
27. Epitaph 4/1/2010
28. The Charge Of The Bread Brigade 4/1/2010
29. To Dives 4/1/2010
30. National Song (E.C.) 4/1/2010
31. To-Em-Meps ‘the Unmoving Cloud' 4/1/2010
32. Famam Librosque Cano 4/1/2010
33. Au Salon 4/1/2010
34. For E. Mcc 4/1/2010
35. L'Homme Moyen Sensuel 4/1/2010
36. Exile’s Letter 4/1/2010
37. Yeux Glauques 4/1/2010
38. Marvoil 4/1/2010
39. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Iii 4/1/2010
40. Dompna Pois De Me No'Us Cal 4/1/2010
Best Poem of Ezra Pound

A Girl

The tree has entered my hands,
The sap has ascended my arms,
The tree has grown in my breast -
Downward,
The branches grow out of me, like arms.

Tree you are,
Moss you are,
You are violets with wind above them.
A child - so high - you are,
And all this is folly to the world.

Read the full of A Girl

Taking Leave Of A Friend

Blue mountains to the north of the walls,
White river winding about them;
Here we must make separation
And go out through a thousand miles of dead grass.

Mind like a floating wide cloud,
Sunset like the parting of old acquaintances
Who bow over their clasped hands at a distance.
Our horses neigh to each others

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