Ezra Pound

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

Ezra Pound Poems

201. Sestina: Altaforte 1/3/2003
202. Ione, Dead The Long Year 1/3/2003
203. Further Instructions 1/3/2003
204. The Seeing Eye 1/1/2004
205. The Needle 1/3/2003
206. Meditatio 1/3/2003
207. The Return 1/3/2003
208. In The Old Age Of The Soul 1/1/2004
209. Portrait D'Une Femme 1/3/2003
210. The Garrett 1/3/2003
211. Canto Xiii: Kung Walked 1/3/2003
212. The Lake Isle 1/3/2003
213. A Ballad Of The Mulberry Road 4/1/2010
214. Salutation 1/3/2003
215. Ancient Wisdom, Rather Cosmic 4/1/2010
216. Cino 1/3/2003
217. The Plunge 1/1/2004
218. The Encounter 1/13/2003
219. Lament Of The Frontier Guard 1/3/2003
220. Taking Leave Of A Friend 1/3/2003
221. Au Jardin 4/1/2010
222. L'Art 1/3/2003
223. Hugh Selwyn Mauberly (Part I) 1/3/2003
224. Canto Xlix: For The Seven Lakes 1/3/2003
225. Francesca 1/1/2004
226. These Fought In Any Case 1/1/2004
227. Cantico Del Sole 1/3/2003
228. Masks 1/1/2004
229. [greek] 4/1/2010
230. Dance Figure 6/30/2003
231. The Tree 1/1/2004
232. Canto 13 1/13/2003
233. Ballad Of The Goodly Fere 1/3/2003
234. The Seafarer 1/3/2003
235. The Garden 1/3/2003
236. Ballad For Gloom 1/3/2003
237. Canto 49 1/13/2003
238. Tame Cat 1/3/2003
239. A Virginal 1/3/2003
240. The River-Merchant's Wife: A Letter 1/13/2003

Comments about Ezra Pound

  • Christian Gehman Christian Gehman (1/4/2012 7:21:00 AM)

    Pound can hardly be considered mad... certainly no madder than any other poet... St. Elizabeth's was part of his plea bargain agreement to avoid execution for treason after WWII.

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  • Emeni Phimu (11/12/2009 5:49:00 AM)

    tell me full reference of this poem also difficult words and word meaning including examples

  • 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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Canto 49

For the seven lakes, and by no man these verses:
Rain; empty river; a voyage,
Fire from frozen cloud, heavy rain in the twilight
Under the cabin roof was one lantern.
The reeds are heavy; bent;
and the bamboos speak as if weeping.

Autumn moon; hills rise about lakes
against sunset

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