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

Comments about Ezra Pound

  • Uriah Hamilton (7/12/2005 8:31:00 AM)

    Mad twentieth century poet
    Of brilliance!

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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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The Needle

Come, or the stellar tide will slip away.
Eastward avoid the hour of its decline,
Now! for the needle trembles in my soul!

Here have we had the vantage, the good hour.
Here we have had our day, your day and mine.
Come now, before this power
That bears us up, shall turn against the pole.
Mock not the flood of stars, the thing's to be.

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