Ezra Pound

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

Ezra Pound Poems

41. Yeux Glauques 4/1/2010
42. To-Em-Meps ‘the Unmoving Cloud' 4/1/2010
43. Monumentum Aere, Etc. 4/1/2010
44. Dompna Pois De Me No'Us Cal 4/1/2010
45. The Faun 4/1/2010
46. Salvationists 4/1/2010
47. Tempora 4/1/2010
48. The Bellaires 4/1/2010
49. Pagani’s, November 8 4/1/2010
50. Simulacra 4/1/2010
51. Provincia Deserta 4/1/2010
52. South-Folk In Cold Country 4/1/2010
53. The Patterns 4/1/2010
54. Image From D'Orleans 4/1/2010
55. Homage To Sextus Propertius - V 4/1/2010
56. Impressions Of Francois-Marie Arouet (De Voltaire) 4/1/2010
57. The Three Poets 4/1/2010
58. In Exitum Cuiusdam 4/1/2010
59. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Iv 4/1/2010
60. Poetic Eggs 4/1/2010
61. Phanopoeia 4/1/2010
62. Donna Mi Prega 4/1/2010
63. N. Y. 4/1/2010
64. Safe And Sound 4/1/2010
65. Mauberley 4/1/2010
66. Women Before A Shop 4/1/2010
67. Her Monument, The Image Cut Thereon 4/1/2010
68. Moeurs Contemporaines 4/1/2010
69. Surgit Fama 4/1/2010
70. The Cloak 4/1/2010
71. Mr. Nixon 4/1/2010
72. Langue D'Oc 4/1/2010
73. The Tomb At Akr Çaar 4/1/2010
74. Song Of The Six Hundred M.P.'s 4/1/2010
75. Society 4/1/2010
76. Dans Un Omnibus De Londres 4/1/2010
77. Liu Ch'E 4/1/2010
78. The Study In Aesthetics 4/1/2010
79. Poem 4/1/2010
80. To Dives 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

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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