Ezra Pound

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

Ezra Pound Poems

241. A Song Of The Degrees 4/1/2010
242. Canto I 1/13/2003
243. Before Sleep 1/3/2003
244. Ancient Music 1/3/2003
245. Alba 1/3/2003
246. An Immorality 1/3/2003
247. And The Days Are Not Full Enough 1/3/2003
248. A Pact 1/3/2003
249. In A Station Of The Metro 1/3/2003
250. A Girl 1/3/2003

Comments about Ezra Pound

  • Uriah Hamilton (7/12/2005 8:31:00 AM)

    Mad twentieth century poet
    Of brilliance!

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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 -
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


No man hath dared to write this thing as yet,
And yet I know, how that the souls of all men great
At times pass athrough us,
And we are melted into them, and are not
Save reflexions of their souls.
Thus am I Dante for a space and am
One Francois Villon, ballad-lord and thief,
Or am such holy ones I may not write
Lest blasphemy be writ against my name;

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