Ezra Pound

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

Ezra Pound Poems

161. The Tea Shop 4/1/2010
162. Alf’s Eighth Bit 4/1/2010
163. And Thus In Nineveh 4/1/2010
164. Alf’s Fourth Bit 4/1/2010
165. The Game Of Chess 4/1/2010
166. April 4/1/2010
167. Histrion 1/3/2003
168. Medallion 1/1/2004
169. Historion 1/1/2004
170. Amities 4/1/2010
171. La Regina Avrillouse 1/3/2003
172. Ité 1/3/2003
173. Villonaud For This Yule 1/3/2003
174. Song In The Manner Of Housman 1/3/2003
175. Quies 1/3/2003
176. Envoi 1/3/2003
177. An Object 4/1/2010
178. Ezra On The Strike 1/1/2004
179. Sub Mare 1/1/2004
180. Invern 1/1/2004
181. From "Hugh Selwyn Mauberly" 1/20/2003
182. Ione, Dead The Long Year 1/3/2003
183. Notes For Canto Cxx 1/20/2003
184. Song Of The Bowmen Of Shu 1/3/2003
185. A Villonaud: Ballad Of The Gibbet 4/1/2010
186. Silet 1/1/2004
187. Grace Before Song 1/1/2004
188. In Tempore Senectutis 1/1/2004
189. Sestina: Altaforte 1/3/2003
190. Epilogue 1/3/2003
191. Ts'Ai Chi'H 1/1/2004
192. Albatre 4/1/2010
193. Villanelle: The Psychological Hour 1/1/2004
194. Nicotine 1/1/2004
195. The Fault Of It 1/1/2004
196. Further Instructions 1/3/2003
197. The Summons 1/1/2004
198. Meditatio 1/3/2003
199. The Lake Isle 1/3/2003
200. Song 1/3/2003

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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