Ezra Pound

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

Ezra Pound Poems

121. The River Song 4/1/2010
122. Gentildonna 4/1/2010
123. Erat Hora 4/1/2010
124. Fratres Minores 4/1/2010
125. Canto Iii 4/1/2010
126. Come To My Cantilations 4/1/2010
127. The Altar 4/1/2010
128. Liu Ch'E 4/1/2010
129. The Baby 4/1/2010
130. Pan Is Dead 4/1/2010
131. Alf’s Sixth Bit 4/1/2010
132. Homage To Sextus Propertius - I 4/1/2010
133. To Whistler, American 4/1/2010
134. Black Slippers: Bellotti 4/1/2010
135. The Flame 4/1/2010
136. Alf’s Seventh Bit 4/1/2010
137. On His Own Face In A Glass 4/1/2010
138. Alf’s Third Bit 4/1/2010
139. Heather 4/1/2010
140. Alf’s Tenth Bit 4/1/2010
141. Epitaphs 4/1/2010
142. Shop Girl 4/1/2010
143. Another Bit And An Offer 4/1/2010
144. Ballatetta 4/1/2010
145. The Eyes 4/1/2010
146. Alf’s Ninth Bit 4/1/2010
147. De Ægypto 4/1/2010
148. In Durance 4/1/2010
149. The Spring 4/1/2010
150. Alf’s Fifth Bit 4/1/2010
151. Alf’s Second Bit 4/1/2010
152. The Rest 4/1/2010
153. Äþñßá (Greek Title) 4/1/2010
154. The Game Of Chess 4/1/2010
155. Alf’s Twelfth Bit 4/1/2010
156. Rome 4/1/2010
157. Apparuit 4/1/2010
158. The Tea Shop 4/1/2010
159. Ancora 4/1/2010
160. ‘phasellus Ille’ 4/1/2010
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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