Ezra Pound

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

Ezra Pound Poems

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