Ezra Pound Poems

Lady of rich allure,
Queen of the spring's embrace,
Your arms are long like boughs of ash,
Mid laugh-broken streams, spirit of rain unsure,
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Towards the Noel that morte saison
(Christ make the shepherds' homage dear!)
Then when the grey wolves everychone
Drink of the winds their chill small-beer
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DOLE THE BELL! BELL THE DOLE!

Whom can these duds attack?
Soapy Sime? Slipp'ry Mac?
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Vex not thou the banker's mind
(His what?) with a show of sense,
Vex it not, Willie, his mind,
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Agathas
Four and forty lovers had Agathas in the old days,
All of whom she refused;
And now she turns to me seeking love,
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Rudyard the dud yard,
Rudyard the false measure,
Told 'em that glory
Ain't always a pleasure,
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Go, my songs, to the lonely and the unsatisfied,
Go also to the nerve-racked, go to the enslaved-by-convention,
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The bashful Arides
Has married an ugly wife,
He was bored with his manner of life,
Indifferent and discouraged he thought he might as
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Red knights, brown bishops, bright queens,
Striking the board, falling in strong ‘L's of
colour.
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On the loan exhibit of his paintings at the Tate Gallery.

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