Ezra Pound

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

Ezra Pound Poems

81. Further Instructions 1/3/2003
82. Gentildonna 4/1/2010
83. Grace Before Song 1/1/2004
84. Guido Invites You Thus 4/1/2010
85. Heather 4/1/2010
86. Her Monument, The Image Cut Thereon 4/1/2010
87. Historion 1/1/2004
88. Histrion 1/3/2003
89. Homage To Quintus Septimus Florentis Christianus 4/1/2010
90. Homage To Sextus Propertius - I 4/1/2010
91. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Ii 4/1/2010
92. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Iii 4/1/2010
93. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Iv 4/1/2010
94. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Ix 4/1/2010
95. Homage To Sextus Propertius - V 4/1/2010
96. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Vi 4/1/2010
97. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Vii 4/1/2010
98. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Viii 4/1/2010
99. Homage To Sextus Propertius - X 4/1/2010
100. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Xi 4/1/2010
101. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Xii 4/1/2010
102. Horae Beatae Inscripto 4/1/2010
103. Hugh Selwyn Mauberly (Part I) 1/3/2003
104. Image From D'Orleans 4/1/2010
105. Impressions Of Francois-Marie Arouet (De Voltaire) 4/1/2010
106. In A Station Of The Metro 1/3/2003
107. In Durance 4/1/2010
108. In Exitum Cuiusdam 4/1/2010
109. In Tempore Senectutis 1/1/2004
110. In The Old Age Of The Soul 1/1/2004
111. Invern 1/1/2004
112. Ione, Dead The Long Year 1/3/2003
113. Ité 1/3/2003
114. La Fraisne 4/1/2010
115. La Regina Avrillouse 1/3/2003
116. Ladies 4/1/2010
117. Lament Of The Frontier Guard 1/3/2003
118. Langue D'Oc 4/1/2010
119. L'Art 1/3/2003
120. Leave-Taking Near Shoku 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 Needle

Come, or the stellar tide will slip away.
Eastward avoid the hour of its decline,
Now! for the needle trembles in my soul!

Here have we had the vantage, the good hour.
Here we have had our day, your day and mine.
Come now, before this power
That bears us up, shall turn against the pole.
Mock not the flood of stars, the thing's to be.

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