Ezra Pound Poems

This lady in the white bath-robe which she calls a
peignoir,
Is, for the time being, the mistress of my friend,
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Empty are the ways,
Empty are the ways of this land
And the flowers
Bend over with heavy heads.
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Loquitur: En Bertrans de Born.
Dante Alighieri put this man in hell for that he was a
stirrer-up of strife.
Eccovi!
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When I am old
I will not have you look apart
From me, into the cold,
Friend of my heart,
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For three years, out of key with his time,
He strove to resuscitate the dead art
Of poetry; to maintain "the sublime"
In the old scene.Wrong from the start--
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When I behold how black, immortal ink
Drips from my deathless pen - ah, well-away!
Why should we stop at all for what I think?
There is enough in what I chance to say.
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Here we are, picking the first fern-shoots
And saying: When shall we get back to our country?
Here we are because we have the Ken-nin for our foemen,
We have no comfort because of these Mongols.
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I have tried to write Paradise

Do not move
Let the wind speak
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Wal, Thanksgivin' do be comin' round.
With the price of turkeys on the bound,
And coal, by gum! Thet were just found,
Is surely gettin' cheaper.
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