Ezra Pound Poems

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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‘Tis not a game that plays at mates and mating,
Provençe knew;
'Tis not a game of barter, lands and houses,
Provençe knew.
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Ko-Jin goes west from Ko-kaku-ro,
The smoke-flowers are blurred over the river.
His lone sail blots the far sky.
And now I see only the river,
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‘Tis but a vague, invarious delight
As gold that rains about some buried king.
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Shades of Callimachus, Coan ghosts of Philetas
It is in your grove I would walk,
I who come first from the clear font
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I
Turned from the 'eau-forte
Par Jaquemart'
To the strait head
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I join these words for four people,
Some others may overhear them,
O world, I am sorry for you,
You do not know these four people.
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