Ezra Pound

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

Ezra Pound Poems

1. Canto Xlv 1/10/2015
2. To Êáëüí (Greek Title) 4/1/2010
3. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Viii 4/1/2010
4. Translations And Adaptations From Heine 4/1/2010
5. Old Idea Of Choan By Rosoriu 4/1/2010
6. Homage To Sextus Propertius - X 4/1/2010
7. Homage To Quintus Septimus Florentis Christianus 4/1/2010
8. Of Jacopo Del Sellaio 4/1/2010
9. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Vii 4/1/2010
10. Satiemus 4/1/2010
11. Her Monument, The Image Cut Thereon 4/1/2010
12. Marvoil 4/1/2010
13. Paracelsus In Excelsis 4/1/2010
14. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Vi 4/1/2010
15. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Ix 4/1/2010
16. Song Of The Six Hundred M.P.'s 4/1/2010
17. Phyllidula 4/1/2010
18. Sennin Poem By Kakuhaku 4/1/2010
19. Dieu! Qu'Il La Fait 4/1/2010
20. ßìýñññù (Greek Title) 4/1/2010
21. Horae Beatae Inscripto 4/1/2010
22. Near Perigord 4/1/2010
23. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Xi 4/1/2010
24. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Ii 4/1/2010
25. Leave-Taking Near Shoku 4/1/2010
26. Guido Invites You Thus 4/1/2010
27. Prayer For His Lady’s Life 4/1/2010
28. Mauberley 4/1/2010
29. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Iv 4/1/2010
30. Ole Kate 4/1/2010
31. La Fraisne 4/1/2010
32. The House Of Splendour 4/1/2010
33. Separation On The River Kiang 4/1/2010
34. Na Audiart 4/1/2010
35. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Xii 4/1/2010
36. Planh For The Young English King 4/1/2010
37. Piere Vidal Old 4/1/2010
38. Threnos 4/1/2010
39. The Charge Of The Bread Brigade 4/1/2010
40. Epitaph 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

The Garrett

Come, let us pity those who are better off than we are.
Come, my friend, and remember
      that the rich have butlers and no friends,
And we have friends and no butlers.
Come, let us pity the married and the unmarried.

Dawn enters with little feet
      like a gilded Pavlova
And I am near my desire.

[Hata Bildir]