Gentildonna Poem by Ezra Pound

Gentildonna

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She passed and left no quiver in the veins, who now
Moving among the trees, and clinging
in the air she severed,
Fanning the grass she walked on then, endures:
Grey olive leaves beneath a rain-cold sky.

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Ezra Pound

Ezra Pound

Hailey / Idaho
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