Ezra Pound Poems

Earth's winter cometh
And I being part of all
And sith the spirit of all moveth in me
I must needs bear earth's winter
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It is, and is not, I am sane enough,
Since you have come this place has hovered round me,
This fabrication built of autumn roses,
Then there's a goldish colour, different.
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I

To one, on returning certain years after
You wore the same quite correct clothing
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No man hath dared to write this thing as yet,
And yet I know, how that the souls of all men great
At times pass athrough us,
And we are melted into them, and are not
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This thing, that hath a code and not a core,
Hath set acquaintance where might be affections,
And nothing now
Disturbeth his reflections.
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Luini in porcelain!
The grand piano
Utters a profane
Protest with her clear soprano.
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No man hath dared to write this thing as yet,
And yet I know, how that the souls of all men great
At times pass athrough us,
And we are melted into them, and are not
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O woe, woe,
People are born and die,
We also shall be dead pretty soon
Therefore let us act as if we were
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Three spirits came to me
And drew me apart
To where the olive boughs
Lay stripped upon the ground:
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