How will this beauty, when I am far hence,
Sweep back upon me and engulf my mind!

How will these hours, when we twain are gray,
Turned in their sapphire tide, come flooding o'er us!

(C) Ezra Pound
03/13/2017


Best Poems of Ezra Pound

• Alf-s Fourth Bit
• Canto Xlv
• Before Sleep
• The Bath Tub
• Erat Hora
• A Girl
• The City Of Choan
• Meditatio
• Alba
• Tenzone
• A Virginal
• Ité
• A Pact
• Masks
• Canto 13
• The Needle
• The Spring
• A Song Of The Degrees