Ezra Pound

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

Poetic Eggs - Poem by Ezra Pound

I am a grave poetic hen
That lays poetic eggs
And to enhance my temperament
A little quiet begs.

We make the yolk philosophy,
True beauty the albumen.
And then gum on a shell of form
To make the screed sound human.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 1, 2010



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