Ezra Pound Poems

The sun rises in south east corner of things
To look on the tall house of the Shin
For they have a daughter named Rafu,
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These fought in any case,
and some believing
pro domo, in any case .....
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See, they return; ah, see the tentative
Movements, and the slow feet,
The trouble in the pace and the uncertain
Wavering!
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These tales of old disguisings, are they not
Strange myths of souls that found themselves among
Unwonted folk that spake an hostile tongue,
Some soul from all the rest who'd not forgot
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Come, let us pity those who are better off than we are.
Come, my friend, and remember
      that the rich have butlers and no friends,
And we have friends and no butlers.
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I do not choose to dream; there cometh on me
Some strange old lust for deeds.
As to the nerveless hand of some old warrior
The sword-hilt or the war-worn wonted helmet
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O you away high there,
you that lean
From amber lattices upon the cobalt night,
I am below amid the pine trees,
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All the while they were talking the new morality
Her eyes explored me.
And when I rose to go
Her fingers were like the tissue
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O generation of the thoroughly smug
      and thoroughly uncomfortable,
I have seen fishermen picnicking in the sun,
I have seen them with untidy families,
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