Ezra Pound Poems

Good God! They say you are risqué,
O canzonetti!
We who went out into the four A. M. of the world
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THE NEO-COMMUNE

Manhood of England,
Dougth of the Shires,
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WIND

Scarce and thin, scarce and thin
The government's excuse,
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O thou newcomer who seek’st Rome in Rome
And find’st in Rome no thing thou canst call Roman;
Arches worn old and palaces made common
Rome’s name alone within these walls keeps home.
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O strange face there in the glass!
O ribald company, O saintly host,
O sorrow-swept my fool,
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Did I 'ear it 'arf in a doze:
The Co-ops was a goin' somewhere,
Did I 'ear it while pickin' 'ops;
How they better start takin' care,
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Be in me as the eternal moods
of the bleak wind, and'not
As transient things are
gaiety of flowers.
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At the table beyond us
With her little suede slippers off,
With her white-stocking'd feet
Carefully kept from the floor by a napkin,
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Golden rose the house, in the portal I saw
thee, a marvel, carven in subtle stuff, a
portent. Life died down in the lamp and flickered,
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Let some new lying ass,
Who knows not what is or was,
Talk economics,
Pay for his witless noise,
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