Ezra Pound

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

Ezra Pound Poems

81. National Song (E.C.) 4/1/2010
82. Post Mortem Conspectu 4/1/2010
83. The White Stag 4/1/2010
84. Famam Librosque Cano 4/1/2010
85. Tenzone 4/1/2010
86. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Viii 4/1/2010
87. Canto Iii 4/1/2010
88. Mesmerism 4/1/2010
89. Homage To Sextus Propertius - X 4/1/2010
90. The Spring 4/1/2010
91. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Vii 4/1/2010
92. Mr. Housman's Message 4/1/2010
93. The Temperaments 4/1/2010
94. Salutation The Third 4/1/2010
95. The Social Order 4/1/2010
96. Simulacra 4/1/2010
97. The Picture 4/1/2010
98. Speech For Psyche In The Golden Book Of Apuleius 4/1/2010
99. The Logical Conclusion 4/1/2010
100. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Ix 4/1/2010
101. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Vi 4/1/2010
102. Fish And Shadow 4/1/2010
103. Heather 4/1/2010
104. Arides 4/1/2010
105. To Dives 4/1/2010
106. Pan Is Dead 4/1/2010
107. Causa 4/1/2010
108. Safe And Sound 4/1/2010
109. Middle-Aged 4/1/2010
110. Separation On The River Kiang 4/1/2010
111. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Xi 4/1/2010
112. The Flame 4/1/2010
113. The Beautiful Toilet 4/1/2010
114. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Iv 4/1/2010
115. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Ii 4/1/2010
116. The River Song 4/1/2010
117. Another Bit And An Offer 4/1/2010
118. Erat Hora 4/1/2010
119. The House Of Splendour 4/1/2010
120. Fratres Minores 4/1/2010

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.

Read the full of A Girl

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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