Ezra Pound

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

Ezra Pound Poems

241. To Dives 4/1/2010
242. To Êáëüí (Greek Title) 4/1/2010
243. To Whistler, American 4/1/2010
244. To-Em-Meps ‘the Unmoving Cloud' 4/1/2010
245. Translations And Adaptations From Heine 4/1/2010
246. Ts'Ai Chi'H 1/1/2004
247. Villanelle: The Psychological Hour 1/1/2004
248. Villonaud For This Yule 1/3/2003
249. Women Before A Shop 4/1/2010
250. Yeux Glauques 4/1/2010
Best Poem of Ezra Pound

In A Station Of The Metro

The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
petals on a wet, black bough.

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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.

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