Ezra Pound

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

The Garden


En robe de parade. Samain

Like a skein of loose silk blown against a wall
She walks by the railing of a path in Kensington Gardens,
And she is dying piece-meal
      Tof a sort of emotional anaemia.

And round about there is a rabble
Of the filthy, sturdy, unkillable infants of the very poor.
They shall inherit the earth.

In her is the end of breeding.
Her boredom is exquisite and excessive.
She would like some one to speak to her,
And is almost afraid that I
      Twill commit that indiscretion.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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  • Singer Joy (12/7/2009 9:05:00 AM)

    The amazing visual allusions within this and all of Pound's works are astounding. Although I suppose that is already a point of fact for many. (Report) Reply

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