Ezra Pound Poems

The sun rises in south east corner of things
To look on the tall house of the Shin
For they have a daughter named Rafu,
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These fought in any case,
and some believing
pro domo, in any case .....
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See, they return; ah, see the tentative
Movements, and the slow feet,
The trouble in the pace and the uncertain
Wavering!
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Blue mountains to the north of the walls,
White river winding about them;
Here we must make separation
And go out through a thousand miles of dead grass.
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I do not choose to dream; there cometh on me
Some strange old lust for deeds.
As to the nerveless hand of some old warrior
The sword-hilt or the war-worn wonted helmet
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O you away high there,
you that lean
From amber lattices upon the cobalt night,
I am below amid the pine trees,
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All the while they were talking the new morality
Her eyes explored me.
And when I rose to go
Her fingers were like the tissue
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O generation of the thoroughly smug
      and thoroughly uncomfortable,
I have seen fishermen picnicking in the sun,
I have seen them with untidy families,
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Come, or the stellar tide will slip away.
Eastward avoid the hour of its decline,
Now! for the needle trembles in my soul!
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