Ezra Pound Poems

  • 101.  
    I am a grave poetic hen
    That lays poetic eggs And to enhance my temperament
  • 102.  
    When I am old
    I will not have you look apart From me, into the cold,
  • 103.  
    The little Millwins attend the Russian Ballet.
    The mauve and greenish souls of the little Millwins Were seen lying along the upper seats
  • 104.  
    Phyllidula is scrawny but amorous,
    Thus have the gods awarded her, That in pleasure she receives more than she can give;
  • 105.  
    For three years, out of key with his time,
    He strove to resuscitate the dead art Of poetry; to maintain "the sublime"
  • 106.  
    The rustling of the silk is discontinued,
    Dust drifts over the court-yard, There is no sound of foot-fall, and the leaves
  • 107.  
    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;
  • 108.  
    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,
  • 109.  
    Suddenly discovering in the eyes of the very beautiful
    Normande cocotte The eyes of the very learned British Museum assistant.
  • 110.  
    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.
  • 111.  
    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
  • 112.  
    Midnight, and a letter comes to me from our mistress:
    Telling me to come to Tibur: At once!!
  • 113.  
    When I but think upon the great dead days
    And turn my mind upon that splendid madness, Lo! I do curse my strength
  • 114.  
    Go, my songs, seek your praise from the young
    and from the intolerant, Move among the lovers of perfection alone.
  • 115.  
    Be in me as the eternal moods
    of the bleak wind, and not As transient things areâ??
  • 116.  
    Me happy, night, night full of brightness;
    Oh couch made happy by iny long delectations; How many words talked out with abundant candles;
  • 117.  
    I
    Mr. Styrax 1
  • 118.  
    Thy soul
    Grown delicate with satieties, Atthis.
  • 119.  
    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.
  • 120.  
    I join these words for four people,
    Some others may overhear them, O world, I am sorry for you,
  • 121.  
    I
    Come, my songs, let us speak of perfection We shall get ourselves rather disliked.
  • 122.  
    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,
  • 123.  
    Rest Master, for we be a-weary, weary
    And would feel the fingers of the wind Upon these lids that lie over us
  • 124.  
    I
    The narrow streets cut into the wide highway at Choan, Dark oxen, white horses,
  • 125.  
    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
  • 126.  
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  • 128.  
    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,
  • 129.  
    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,
  • 130.  
    Listen, my children, and you shall hear
    The midnight activities of Whats-his Name,Scarcely a general now known to fame
  • 131.  
    Gone while your tastes were keen to you,
    Gone where the grey winds call to you,By that high fencer, even Death,
  • 132.  
    Shades of Callimachus, Coan ghosts of Philetas
    It is in your grove I would walk,I who come first from the clear font
  • 133.  
    After Li Po

  • 134.  
    Hymn to the Dope

  • 135.  
    If all the grief and woe and bitterness,
    All dolour, ill and every evil chanceThat ever came upon this grieving world
  • 136.  
    Les yeux d'une morte
    M'ont salué,Enchassés dans un visage stupide
  • 137.  
    O My songs,
    Why do you look so eagerly and so curiously intopeople's faces,
  • 138.  
    How will this beauty, when I am far hence,
    Sweep back upon me and engulf my mind!
  • 139.  
    1
    Now if ever it is time to cleanse Helicon;to lead Emathian horses afield,
  • 140.  
    1
    The harsh acts of your levity!Many and many.
  • 141.  
    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;
  • 142.  
    For the Marriage in Cana of Galilee

  • 143.  
    Io! Io! Tamuz!
    The Dryad staiids in my court-yardWith plaintive, querulous crying.
  • 144.  
    Ha! sir, I have seen you sniffing and snoozling
    about among my flowers.And what, pray, do you know about
  • 145.  
    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,
  • 146.  
    Did I 'ear it 'arf in a doze:
    The Co-ops was a goin' somewhere,Did I 'ear it while pickin' 'ops;
  • 147.  
    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.
  • 148.  
    All night, and as the wind lieth among
    The cypress trees, he lay,Nor held me save as air that brusheth by one
  • 149.  
    1 his papier-mâché, which you see, my friends,
    Saith 'twas the worthiest of editors.Its mind was made up in 'the seventies',
  • 150.  
    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

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Dusk In June
 by Sara Teasdale

Evening, and all the birds
In a chorus of shimmering sound
Are easing their hearts of joy
For miles around.

The air is blue and sweet,
The few first stars are white,-
Oh let me like the birds
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