The Game Of Chess Poem by Ezra Pound

The Game Of Chess

Rating: 2.7


Red knights, brown bishops, bright queens,
Striking the board, falling in strong ‘L's of
colour.
Reaching and striking in angles,
holding lines in one colour.
This board is alive with light;
these pieces are living in form,
Their moves break and reform the pattern:
luminous green from the rooks,
Clashing with ‘X's of queens,
looped with the knight-leaps.

‘Y' pawns, cleaving, embanking!
Whirl ! Centripetal ! Mate ! King down in the
vortex,
Clash, leaping of bands, straight strips of hard
colour,
Blocked lights working in. Escapes. Renewal of
contest.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Michael Walker 02 January 2020

I had not thought before about the colours on a chess board. Pound captures the moves of the different pieces quite well, if over- dramatically.

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