Ezra Pound Poems

For a moment she rested against me
Like a swallow half blown to the wall,
And they talk of Swinburne's women,
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Fu I

Fu I loved the high cloud and the hill,
Alas, he died of alcohol.
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Let us build here an exquisite friendship,
The flame, the autumn, and the green rose of love
Fought out their strife here, 'tis a place of wonder;
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Beautiful, tragical faces—
Ye that were whole, and are so sunken;
And, O ye vile, ye that might have been loved,
That are so sodden and drunken,
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The baby new to earth and sky
Has never until now
Unto himself the question put
Or asked us if the cow
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With minds still hovering above their testicles
Certain poets here and in France
Still sigh over established and natural fact
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I see by the morning papers
That America's sturdy sons
Have started a investigation
Of the making of guns.
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This boat is of shato-wood, and its gunwales are cut
magnolia,
Musicians with jewelled flutes and with pipes of gold
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Blue, blue is the grass about the river
And the willows have overfilled the close garden.
And within, the mistress, in the midmost of her youth.
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Half a loaf, half a loaf,
Half a loaf? Urn-hum?
Down through the vale of gloom
Slouched the ten million,
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