Ezra Pound

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

Song In The Manner Of Housman

Poem by Ezra Pound

O woe, woe,
People are born and die,
We also shall be dead pretty soon
Therefore let us act as if we were
dead already.

The bird sits on the hawthorn tree
But he dies also, presently.
Some lads get hung, and some get shot.
Woeful is this human lot.
Woe! woe, etcetera . . . .

London is a woeful place,
Shropshire is much pleasanter.
Then let us smile a little space
Upon fond nature's morbid grace.
Oh, Woe, woe, woe, etcetera . . .

Comments about Song In The Manner Of Housman by Ezra Pound

  • Lolo Uni (5/5/2009 11:30:00 PM)

    ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, ahhh, *sigh* :)

    I'm guessing he didn't really like A.E. Housman.(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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