Ezra Pound

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

Ezra Pound Poems

241. The River-Merchant's Wife: A Letter 1/13/2003
242. Canto I 1/13/2003
243. Before Sleep 1/3/2003
244. Ancient Music 1/3/2003
245. An Immorality 1/3/2003
246. Alba 1/3/2003
247. A Pact 1/3/2003
248. And The Days Are Not Full Enough 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 -
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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