Ezra Pound

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

Ezra Pound Quotes

  • ''I could I trust starve like a gentleman. It's listed as part of the poetic training, you know.''
    Ezra Pound (1885-1972), U.S. poet, critic. Letter, 1908, to Pound's father. quoted in Humphrey Carpenter, A Serious Character, pt. 2, ch. 1 (1988).
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  • ''I have never known anyone worth a damn who wasn't irascible.''
    Ezra Pound (1885-1972), U.S. poet, critic. Remark made in 1917. quoted in Humphrey Carpenter, A Serious Character, pt. 2, ch. 17 (1988).
  • ''The act of bellringing is symbolic of all proselytizing religions. It implies the pointless interference with the quiet of other people.''
    Ezra Pound (1885-1972), U.S. poet, critic. quoted in Humphrey Carpenter, A Serious Character, pt. 2, ch. 1 (1988).
  • ''A heroic figure ... not wholly to blame for the religion that's been foisted on him.''
    Ezra Pound (1885-1972), U.S. poet, critic. Letter, 1914, to the father of Pound's bride-to-be, Dorothy Shakespear, explaining his reasons for not wanting a church wedding. quoted in Humphrey Carpenter, A Serious Character, pt. 2, ch. 13 (1988).
  • ''Here is a dirty book worth reading ... a bawdy which will be very useful to put Wyndham and J.J. into their proper cubby holes; cause Miller is sore and without kinks.''
    Ezra Pound (1885-1972), U.S. poet, critic. (first published in Paris, 1934), letter, Dec. 1, 1934. Quoted in Karl Shapiro,"The Greatest Living Author," preface, Tropic of Cancer (1961). Referring to Tropic of Cancer, first published in Paris but suppressed in the U.S. until 1961, when it became a bestseller. "Wyndham" was Wyndham Lewis," J.J.," James Joyce.

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Best Poem of Ezra Pound

In A Station Of The Metro

The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
petals on a wet, black bough.

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The Garrett

Come, let us pity those who are better off than we are.
Come, my friend, and remember
      that the rich have butlers and no friends,
And we have friends and no butlers.
Come, let us pity the married and the unmarried.

Dawn enters with little feet
      like a gilded Pavlova
And I am near my desire.

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