Ezra Pound

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

Ezra Pound Poems

81. N. Y. 4/1/2010
82. Safe And Sound 4/1/2010
83. Women Before A Shop 4/1/2010
84. Moeurs Contemporaines 4/1/2010
85. The City Of Choan 4/1/2010
86. Surgit Fama 4/1/2010
87. The Cloak 4/1/2010
88. Mr. Nixon 4/1/2010
89. Langue D'Oc 4/1/2010
90. Coda 4/1/2010
91. The Tomb At Akr Çaar 4/1/2010
92. Society 4/1/2010
93. Dans Un Omnibus De Londres 4/1/2010
94. Night Litany 4/1/2010
95. Liu Ch'E 4/1/2010
96. The Coming Of War: Actaeon 4/1/2010
97. The Study In Aesthetics 4/1/2010
98. Poem 4/1/2010
99. The New Cake Of Soap 4/1/2010
100. Satiemus 4/1/2010
101. Post Mortem Conspectu 4/1/2010
102. The White Stag 4/1/2010
103. Tenzone 4/1/2010
104. Canto Iii 4/1/2010
105. Mesmerism 4/1/2010
106. In Exitum Cuiusdam 4/1/2010
107. The Spring 4/1/2010
108. Mr. Housman's Message 4/1/2010
109. The Temperaments 4/1/2010
110. Salutation The Third 4/1/2010
111. Salutation The Second 4/1/2010
112. The Social Order 4/1/2010
113. The Picture 4/1/2010
114. Speech For Psyche In The Golden Book Of Apuleius 4/1/2010
115. The Logical Conclusion 4/1/2010
116. Fish And Shadow 4/1/2010
117. Heather 4/1/2010
118. Provincia Deserta 4/1/2010
119. Pan Is Dead 4/1/2010
120. The Alchemist 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.

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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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