Ezra Pound

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

Ezra Pound Poems

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

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Taking Leave Of A Friend

Blue mountains to the north of the walls,
White river winding about them;
Here we must make separation
And go out through a thousand miles of dead grass.

Mind like a floating wide cloud,
Sunset like the parting of old acquaintances
Who bow over their clasped hands at a distance.
Our horses neigh to each others

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