Ezra Pound Poems
- 201. Alf—s Eighth Bit
Vex not thou the banker's mind
(His what?) with a show of sense,Vex it not, Willie, his mind,
- 202. The Tomb At Akr à?aar
â??I am thy soul, Nikoptis. I have watched
These five millennia, and thy dead eyesMoved not, nor ever answer my desire,
- 203. Alf—s Sixth Bit
Let some new lying ass,
Who knows not what is or was,Talk economics,
- 204. The City Of Choan
The phoenix are at play on their terrace.
The phoenix are gone, the river Hows on alone.Flowers and grass
- 205. Song In The Manner Of Housman
O woe, woe,
People are born and die, We also shall be dead pretty soon
- 206. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Ix
The twisted rhombs ceased their clamour of accompaniment;The scorched laurel lay in the fire-dust;
- 207. Homage To Sextus Propertius - X
.Light, light of my eyes, at an exceeding late hour I was wandering,
And intoxicated,and no servant was leading me,
- 208. A Ballad Of The Mulberry Road
The sun rises in south east corner of things
To look on the tall house of the ShinFor they have a daughter named Rafu,
- 209. The Temperaments
Nine adulteries, 12 liaisons, 64 fornications and
something approaching a rapeRest nightly upon the soul of our delicate friend
- 210. Surgit Fama
There is a truce among the gods,
Kore is seen in the NorthSkirting the blue-gray sea
- 211. The House Of Splendour
A house not made with hands,But out somewhere beyond the worldly ways
- 212. Villanelle: The Psychological Hour
I had over prepared the event,
that much was ominous.With middle-ageing care
- 213. Ts’ai Chi’h
The petals fall in the fountain,
the orange-coloured rose-leaves,Their ochre clings to the stone.
- 214. The Tree
I stood still and was a tree amid the wood,
Knowing the truth of things unseen before;Of Daphne and the laurel bow
- 215. The Seeing Eye
The small dogs look at the big dogs;
They observe unwieldy dimensionsAnd curious imperfections of odor.
- 216. The Seafarer
May I for my own self song's truth reckon,
Journey's jargon, how I in harsh daysHardship endured oft.
- 217. The River-merchant’s Wife: A Letter
After Li Po
- 218. The Return
See, they return; ah, see the tentative
Movements, and the slow feet,The trouble in the pace and the uncertain
- 219. The Plunge
I would bathe myself in strangeness:
These comforts heaped upon me, smother me!I burn, I scald so for the new,
- 220. The Needle
Come, or the stellar tide will slip away.
Eastward avoid the hour of its decline,Now! for the needle trembles in my soul!
- 221. The Lake Isle
O God, O Venus, O Mercury, patron of thieves,
Give me in due time, I beseech you, a little tobacco-shop,With the little bright boxes
- 222. The Garret
Come, let us pity those who are better off than we are.
Come, my friend, and remember that the rich have butlers and no friends,
- 223. The Garden
En robe de parade.
- 224. The Encounter
All the while they were talking the new morality
Her eyes explored me.And when I rose to go
- 225. 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,
- 226. Sub Mare
It is, and is not, I am sane enough,
Since you have come this place has hovered round me,This fabrication built of autumn roses,
- 227. Statement Of Being
I am a grave poetic hen
That lays poetic eggsAnd to enhance my temperament
- 228. Song In The Manner Of Housman
O woe, woe,
People are born and die,We also shall be dead pretty soon
- 229. Silet
When I behold how black, immortal ink
Drips from my deathless pen-ah, well-away!Why should we stop at all for what I think?
- 230. Sestina: Altaforte
LOQUITUR: En Bertans de Born.
Dante Alighieri put this man in hell for that he was a stirrer up of strife.Eccovi!
- 231. Salutation
O generation of the thoroughly smug
and thoroughly uncomfortable,I have seen fishermen picnicking in the sun,
- 232. Portrait D’une Femme
Your mind and you are our Sargasso Sea,
London has swept about you this score yearsAnd bright ships left you this or that in fee:
- 233. Piccadilly
Beautiful, tragical faces-
Ye that were whole, and are so sunken;And, O ye vile, ye that might have been loved,
- 234. Meditatio
When I carefully consider the curious habits of dogs
I am compelled to concludeThat man is the superior animal.
- 235. Lament Of The Frontier Guard
By the North Gate, the wind blows full of sand,
Lonely from the beginning of time until now!Trees fall, the grass goes yellow with autumn.
- 236. L’art
Green arsenic smeared on an egg-white cloth,
Crushed strawberries! Come, let us feast our eyes.
- 237. Ité
Go, my songs, seek your praise from the young
and from the intolerant,Move among the lovers of perfection alone.
- 238. Ione, Dead The Long Year
Empty are the ways,
Empty are the ways of this landAnd the flowers
- 239. In A Station Of The Metro
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.
- 240. Historion
No man hath dared to write this thing as yet,
And yet I know, how that the souls of all men greatAt times pass athrough us,
- 241. Further Instructions
Come, my songs, let us express our baser passions.
Let us express our envy for the man with a steady job and no worry about the future.You are very idle, my songs,
- 242. Francesca
You came in out of the night
And there were flowers in your hand,Now you will come out of a confusion of people,
- 243. Fan-piece, For Her Imperial Lord
O Fan of white silk,
clear as frost on the grass-blade,You also are laid aside.
- 244. Ezra On The Strike
Wal, Thanksgivin' do be comin' round.
With the price of turkeys on the bound,And coal, by gum! Thet were just found,
- 245. Epilogue
O Chansons foregoing
You were a seven days' wonder.When you came out in the magazines
- 246. E.p. Ode Pour L’election De Son Sepulchre
For three years, out of key with his time,
He strove to resuscitate the dead artOf poetry; to maintain “the sublime”
- 247. Envoi
Go, dumb-born book,
Tell her that sang me once that song of Lawes:Hadst thou but song
- 248. Cino
Italian Campagna 1309, the open road
- 249. Canto 49
For the seven lakes, and by no man these verses:
Rain; empty river; a voyage,Fire from frozen cloud, heavy rain in the twilight
- 250. Canto 13
by the dynastic templeand into the cedar grove,
Total 257 poems written by Ezra Pound