Ezra Pound

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

Ezra Pound Poems

41. Poem By The Bridge At Ten-Shin 4/1/2010
42. Au Salon 4/1/2010
43. The Gypsy 4/1/2010
44. Les Millwin 4/1/2010
45. L'Homme Moyen Sensuel 4/1/2010
46. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Iii 4/1/2010
47. To-Em-Meps ‘the Unmoving Cloud' 4/1/2010
48. Monumentum Aere, Etc. 4/1/2010
49. Dompna Pois De Me No'Us Cal 4/1/2010
50. The Faun 4/1/2010
51. Salvationists 4/1/2010
52. Tempora 4/1/2010
53. Ortus 4/1/2010
54. Cantus Planus 4/1/2010
55. Pagani’s, November 8 4/1/2010
56. Simulacra 4/1/2010
57. M. Pom-Pom 4/1/2010
58. Gentildonna 4/1/2010
59. Dum Capitolium Scandet 4/1/2010
60. Provincia Deserta 4/1/2010
61. Arides 4/1/2010
62. South-Folk In Cold Country 4/1/2010
63. Image From D'Orleans 4/1/2010
64. Coitus 4/1/2010
65. Homage To Sextus Propertius - V 4/1/2010
66. Impressions Of Francois-Marie Arouet (De Voltaire) 4/1/2010
67. The Three Poets 4/1/2010
68. In Exitum Cuiusdam 4/1/2010
69. Poetic Eggs 4/1/2010
70. The Condolence 4/1/2010
71. Phanopoeia 4/1/2010
72. Donna Mi Prega 4/1/2010
73. Safe And Sound 4/1/2010
74. The House Of Splendour 4/1/2010
75. Women Before A Shop 4/1/2010
76. Moeurs Contemporaines 4/1/2010
77. Surgit Fama 4/1/2010
78. Langue D'Oc 4/1/2010
79. Coda 4/1/2010
80. Na Audiart 4/1/2010

Comments about Ezra Pound

  • Emeni Phimu (11/12/2009 5:49:00 AM)

    tell me full reference of this poem also difficult words and word meaning including examples

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

    Mad twentieth century poet
    Of brilliance!

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.

Read the full of A Girl

Taking Leave Of A Friend

Blue mountains to the north of the walls,
White river winding about them;
Here we must make separation
And go out through a thousand miles of dead grass.

Mind like a floating wide cloud,
Sunset like the parting of old acquaintances
Who bow over their clasped hands at a distance.
Our horses neigh to each others

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