Ezra Pound

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

Francesca - Poem by Ezra Pound

You came in out of the night
And there were flowers in your hand,
Now you will come out of a confusion of people,
Out of a turmoil of speech about you.

I who have seen you amid the primal things
Was angry when they spoke your name
IN ordinary places.
I would that the cool waves might flow over my mind,
And that the world should dry as a dead leaf,
Or as a dandelion see-pod and be swept away,
So that I might find you again,

Comments about Francesca by Ezra Pound

  • (10/21/2009 9:55:00 AM)

    Ahh..''among the primal things'';
    delight is this poem, and so sensual, my love gave me that as a gift, different from
    H.D, I took it happily...
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  • (6/6/2009 11:27:00 PM)

    now that is a jealous love poem, who could do btter than ezra..ha, just try (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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