Ezra Pound

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

Ezra Pound Poems

241. The River-Merchant's Wife: A Letter 1/13/2003
242. Before Sleep 1/3/2003
243. Canto I 1/13/2003
244. Ancient Music 1/3/2003
245. An Immorality 1/3/2003
246. Alba 1/3/2003
247. A Pact 1/3/2003
248. And The Days Are Not Full Enough 1/3/2003
249. In A Station Of The Metro 1/3/2003
250. A Girl 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Ezra Pound

A Girl

The tree has entered my hands,
The sap has ascended my arms,
The tree has grown in my breast -
Downward,
The branches grow out of me, like arms.

Tree you are,
Moss you are,
You are violets with wind above them.
A child - so high - you are,
And all this is folly to the world.

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Canto 49

For the seven lakes, and by no man these verses:
Rain; empty river; a voyage,
Fire from frozen cloud, heavy rain in the twilight
Under the cabin roof was one lantern.
The reeds are heavy; bent;
and the bamboos speak as if weeping.

Autumn moon; hills rise about lakes
against sunset

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