Ezra Pound Poems
Poetic Eggs I am a grave poetic hen
That lays poetic eggs
And to enhance my temperament
In Tempore Senectutis When I am old
I will not have you look apart
From me, into the cold,
Les Millwin The little Millwins attend the Russian Ballet.
The mauve and greenish souls of the little Millwins
Were seen lying along the upper seats
Phyllidula Phyllidula is scrawny but amorous,
Thus have the gods awarded her,
That in pleasure she receives more than she can give;
From "hugh Selwyn Mauberly" For three years, out of key with his time,
He strove to resuscitate the dead art
Of poetry; to maintain "the sublime"
Liu Ch'e The rustling of the silk is discontinued,
Dust drifts over the court-yard,
There is no sound of foot-fall, and the leaves
Homage To Sextus Propertius - Xii Who, who will be the next man to entrust his girl to a friend?
Love interferes with fidelities;
The gods have brought shame on their relatives;
Erat Hora â??Thank you, whatever comes.' And then she turned
And, as the ray of sun on hanging flowers
Fades when the wind hath lifted them aside,
Pagani—s, November 8 Suddenly discovering in the eyes of the very beautiful
The eyes of the very learned British Museum assistant.
The Picture The eyes of this dead lady speak to me,
For here was love, was not to be drowned out.
And here desire, not to be kissed away.
Marvoil A poor clerk I, 'Arnaut the less' they call me,
And because I have small mind to sit
Day long, long day cooped on a stool
Homage To Sextus Propertius - Iii Midnight, and a letter comes to me from our mistress:
Telling me to come to Tibur:
Piere Vidal Old When I but think upon the great dead days
And turn my mind upon that splendid madness,
Lo! I do curse my strength
Ité Go, my songs, seek your praise from the young
and from the intolerant, Move among the lovers of perfection alone.
[greek] Be in me as the eternal moods
of the bleak wind, and not As transient things areâ??
Homage To Sextus Propertius - Vii Me happy, night, night full of brightness;
Oh couch made happy by iny long delectations;
How many words talked out with abundant candles;
Moeurs Contemporaines I
Mr. Styrax 1
à?à¬à½à±à±à±ù (greek Title) Thy soul
Grown delicate with satieties,
Commission Go, my songs, to the lonely and the unsatisfied,
Go also to the nerve-racked, go to the enslaved-by-convention,
Bear to them my contempt for their oppressors.
Causa I join these words for four people,
Some others may overhear them,
O world, I am sorry for you,
Come, my songs, let us speak of perfection
We shall get ourselves rather disliked.
Histrion No man hath dared to write this thing as yet,
And yet I know, how that the souls of all men great At times pass athrough us,
The Eyes Rest Master, for we be a-weary, weary
And would feel the fingers of the wind
Upon these lids that lie over us
Old Idea Of Choan By Rosoriu I
The narrow streets cut into the wide highway at Choan,
Dark oxen, white horses,
L'homme Moyen Sensuel â??Tis of my country that I would endite,
In hope to set some misconceptions right.
My country? I love it well, and those good fellows
Song Of The Bowmen Of Shu }
To Whistler, American }
The Bath-tub As a bathtub lined with white porcelain,
When the hot water gives out or goes tepid, So is the slow cooling of our chivalrous passion,
Guido Invites You Thus â??Lappo I leave behind and Dante too,
Lo, I would sail the seas with thee alone!Talk me no love talk, no bought-cheap fiddlâ??ry,
Alf—s Ninth Bit Listen, my children, and you shall hear
The midnight activities of Whats-his Name,Scarcely a general now known to fame
For E. Mcc Gone while your tastes were keen to you,
Gone where the grey winds call to you,By that high fencer, even Death,
Homage To Sextus Propertius - I Shades of Callimachus, Coan ghosts of Philetas
It is in your grove I would walk,I who come first from the clear font
The River-merchant's Wife: A Letter After Li Po
Nicotine Hymn to the Dope
Planh For The Young English King If all the grief and woe and bitterness,
All dolour, ill and every evil chanceThat ever came upon this grieving world
Dans Un Omnibus De Londres Les yeux d'une morte
M'ont saluÃ©,EnchassÃ©s dans un visage stupide
Coda O My songs,
Why do you look so eagerly and so curiously intopeople's faces,
Horae Beatae Inscripto How will this beauty, when I am far hence,
Sweep back upon me and engulf my mind!
Homage To Sextus Propertius - V 1
Now if ever it is time to cleanse Helicon;to lead Emathian horses afield,
Homage To Sextus Propertius - Xi 1
The harsh acts of your levity!Many and many.
The Fault Of It Some may have blamed us that we cease to speak
Of things we spoke of in our verses early,Saying: a lovely voice is such as such;
Dance Figure For the Marriage in Cana of Galilee
Tempora Io! Io! Tamuz!
The Dryad staiids in my court-yardWith plaintive, querulous crying.
The Faun Ha! sir, I have seen you sniffing and snoozling
about among my flowers.And what, pray, do you know about
Ancient Wisdom, Rather Cosmic So-shu dreamed,
And having dreamed that he was a bird, a bee, and a butterfly,He was uncertain why he should try to feel like anything else,
Alf—s Seventh Bit Did I 'ear it 'arf in a doze:
The Co-ops was a goin' somewhere,Did I 'ear it while pickin' 'ops;
The Beautiful Toilet Blue, blue is the grass about the river
And the willows have overfilled the close garden.And within, the mistress, in the midmost of her youth.
Speech For Psyche In The Golden Book Of Apuleius All night, and as the wind lieth among
The cypress trees, he lay,Nor held me save as air that brusheth by one
—phasellus Ille— 1 his papier-mÃ¢chÃ©, which you see, my friends,
Saith 'twas the worthiest of editors.Its mind was made up in 'the seventies',
Apparuit Golden rose the house, in the portal I saw
thee, a marvel, carven in subtle stuff, aportent. Life died down in the lamp and flickered,
Total 257 poems written by Ezra Pound
Poem of the day
All The Hills And Vales Along by Charles Hamilton Sorley
All the hills and vales along
Earth is bursting into song,
And the singers are the chaps
Who are going to die perhaps.
O sing, marching men,
Till the valleys ring again.
Give your gladness to earth's keeping,
So be glad, when you are sleeping.
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