Ezra Pound

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

Albatre - Poem by Ezra Pound

This lady in the white bath-robe which she calls a
peignoir,
Is, for the time being, the mistress of my friend,
And the delicate white feet of her little white dog
Are not more delicate than she is,
Nor would Gautier himself have despised their contrasts
in whiteness
As she sits in the great chair
Between the two indolent candles.


Comments about Albatre by Ezra Pound

  • Veteran Poet - 1,569 Points Eugene Levich (6/3/2014 9:45:00 AM)

    Yes, beautiful imagery! (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 14,840 Points * Sunprincess * (3/19/2014 9:30:00 AM)

    ........beautiful imagery...enjoyed..
    This lady in the white bath-robe which she calls a
    peignoir,
    Is, for the time being, the mistress of my friend,
    And the delicate white feet of her little white dog
    Are not more delicate than she is, (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 1, 2010



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