Ezra Pound Poems

  • 51.  
    The petals fall in the fountain,
    the orange-coloured rose-leaves, Their ochre clings to the stone.
  • 52.  
    â??Pan is dead. Great Pan is dead.
    Ah! bow your heads, ye maidens all, And weave ye him his coronal.â??
  • 53.  
    I
    Phyllidula and the Spoils of Gouvernet
  • 54.  
    My name is Nunty Cormorant
    And my finance is sound, I lend you Englishmen hot air
  • 55.  
    You say that I take a good deal upon myself;
    That I strut in the robes of assumption.
  • 56.  
    Ha' we lost the goodliest fere o' all
    For the priests and the gallows tree? Aye lover he was of brawny men,
  • 57.  
    I
    ROSE WHITE, YELLOW, SILVER
  • 58.  
    FROM PROPERTIUS, ELEGIAE, LIB. III, 26
    Here let thy clemency, Persephone, hold firm, Do thou, Pluto, bring here no greater harshness.
  • 59.  
    Luini in porcelain!
    The grand piano Utters a profane
  • 60.  
    How many will come after me
    singing as well as I sing, none better; Telling the heart of their truth
  • 61.  
    Good God! They say you are risqué,
    O canzonetti! We who went out into the four A. M. of the world
  • 62.  
    Three spirits came to me
    And drew me apart To where the olive boughs
  • 63.  
    It rests me to be among beautiful women
    Why should one always lie about such matters? I repeat:
  • 64.  
    My City, my beloved, my white! Ah, slender,
    Listen! Listen to me, and I will breathe into thee a soul. Delicately upon the reed, attend me!
  • 65.  
    Aye! I am a poet and upon my tomb
    Shall maidens scatter rose leaves And men myrtles, ere the night
  • 66.  
    The gilded phaloi of the crocuses
    are thrusting at the spring air. Here is there naught of dead gods
  • 67.  
    This is another of our ancient loves.
    Pass and be silent, Rullus, for the day Hath lacked a something since this lady passed;
  • 68.  
    This boat is of shato-wood, and its gunwales are cut
    magnolia, Musicians with jewelled flutes and with pipes of gold
  • 69.  
    Lady of rich allure,
    Queen of the spring's embrace, Your arms are long like boughs of ash,
  • 70.  
    (1907)
    1 am homesick after mine own kind, Oh I know that there are folk about me, friendly faces,
  • 71.  
    And then went down to the ship,
    Set keel to breakers, forth on the godly sea, and We set up mast and sail on that swart ship,
  • 72.  
    The light became her grace and dwelt among
    Blind eyes and shadows that are formed as men; Lo, how the light doth melt us into song:
  • 73.  
    O you away high there,
    you that lean From amber lattices upon the cobalt night,
  • 74.  
    I had been seen in the shade, recumbent on cushioned Helicon,
    The water dripping from Bellerophon's horse, Alba, your kings, and the realm your folk
  • 75.  
    DOLE THE BELL! BELL THE DOLE!
    Whom can these duds attack?
  • 76.  
    Your songs?
    Oh! The little mothers Will sing them in the twilight,
  • 77.  
    These tales of old disguisings, are they not
    Strange myths of souls that found themselves among Unwonted folk that spake an hostile tongue,
  • 78.  
    The bashful Arides
    Has married an ugly wife, He was bored with his manner of life,
  • 79.  
    That was the top of the walk, when he said:
    'Have you seen any others, any of our lot, With apes or bears?'
  • 80.  
    The good Bellaires
    Do not understand the conduct of this world's affairs. In fact they understood them so badly
  • 81.  
    To So-Kin of Rakuyo, ancient friend, Chancellor of
    Gen. Now I remember that you built me a special tavern
  • 82.  
    An image of Lethe,
    and the fields Full of faint light
  • 83.  
    The thought of what America would be like
    If the Classics had a wide circulation        Troubles my sleep,
  • 84.  
    â??We are 'ere met together
    in this momentous hower, Ter lick th' bankers' dirty boots
  • 85.  
    You were praised, my books,
    because I had just come from the country; I was twenty years behind the times
  • 86.  
    Be in me as the eternal moods
    of the bleak wind, and'not As transient things are
  • 87.  
    SCENE: 'En ce bourdel ou tenons nostre estat.'
    It being remembered that there were six of us with Master Villon, when
  • 88.  
    For the seven lakes, and by no man these verses:
    Rain; empty river; a voyage, Fire from frozen cloud, heavy rain in the twilight
  • 89.  
    (Abbreviated from the conversation with Mr. T E H.

  • 90.  
    I
    Rest me with Chinese colours, For I think the glass is evil.
  • 91.  
    THE NEO-COMMUNE
    Manhood of England,
  • 92.  
    The gew-gaws of false amber and false turquoise attract them.
    'Like to like nature': these agglutinous yellows!
  • 93.  
    A brown, fat babe sitting in the lotus,
    And you were glad and laughing With a laughter not of this world.
  • 94.  
    Though thou well dost wish me ill
    Audiart, Audiart, Where thy bodice laces start
  • 95.  
    "Vocat aestus in umbram"
    Nemesianus Es. IV.
  • 96.  
    Blue mountains to the north of the walls,
    White river winding about them; Here we must make separation
  • 97.  
    The Dai horse neighs against the bleak wind of Etsu,
    The birds of Etsu have no love for En, in the north, Emotion is born out of habit.
  • 98.  
    O thou newcomer who seekâ??st Rome in Rome
    And findâ??st in Rome no thing thou canst call Roman; Arches worn old and palaces made common
  • 99.  
    In vain have I striven,
    to teach my heart to bow; In vain have I said to him
  • 100.  
    At the table beyond us
    With her little suede slippers off, With her white-stocking'd feet
Total 257 poems written by Ezra Pound

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Eight O’Clock
 by Sara Teasdale

Supper comes at five o'clock,
At six, the evening star,
My lover comes at eight o'clock -
But eight o'clock is far.

How could I bear my pain all day
Unless I watched to see
The clock-hands laboring to bring
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