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Ezra Pound Enters The Tent

Rating: 3.7

No, this is not a station in the metro,
this is an open cage outside of Pisa.
Ezra Pound now sits inside of it,
his beard a burning bush of grief made new.
Gazing at the moon, and looking retro,
the better craftsman grins to bars, and sees a
night of stars implode, his touched eyes lit
and posed for labour. If not he, then who
will scribble truth into a timeless croon?
Twenty-five days will pass before the good

guys offer him a tent, his face now wood,
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Cat Tiger 08 July 2009

A poem worthy of this immortal scribe.

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Raveendran . 24 December 2007

Thank you for sharing.The non transparent structure makes it beautiful and enigmatic.

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