Ezra Pound

(30 October 1885 – 1 November 1972 / Hailey / Idaho)

Ezra Pound Poems

1. Canto XVI -new- 7/27/2015
2. Canto Xlv 1/10/2015
3. To Êáëüí (Greek Title) 4/1/2010
4. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Viii 4/1/2010
5. Translations And Adaptations From Heine 4/1/2010
6. Old Idea Of Choan By Rosoriu 4/1/2010
7. Homage To Sextus Propertius - X 4/1/2010
8. Homage To Quintus Septimus Florentis Christianus 4/1/2010
9. Of Jacopo Del Sellaio 4/1/2010
10. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Vii 4/1/2010
11. Satiemus 4/1/2010
12. Her Monument, The Image Cut Thereon 4/1/2010
13. Marvoil 4/1/2010
14. Paracelsus In Excelsis 4/1/2010
15. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Vi 4/1/2010
16. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Ix 4/1/2010
17. Song Of The Six Hundred M.P.'s 4/1/2010
18. Phyllidula 4/1/2010
19. M. Pom-Pom 4/1/2010
20. Sennin Poem By Kakuhaku 4/1/2010
21. ßìýñññù (Greek Title) 4/1/2010
22. Horae Beatae Inscripto 4/1/2010
23. Near Perigord 4/1/2010
24. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Xi 4/1/2010
25. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Ii 4/1/2010
26. Leave-Taking Near Shoku 4/1/2010
27. Guido Invites You Thus 4/1/2010
28. Mauberley 4/1/2010
29. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Iv 4/1/2010
30. Ole Kate 4/1/2010
31. Praise Of Ysolt 4/1/2010
32. La Fraisne 4/1/2010
33. The House Of Splendour 4/1/2010
34. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Xii 4/1/2010
35. Planh For The Young English King 4/1/2010
36. Piere Vidal Old 4/1/2010
37. Threnos 4/1/2010
38. Brennbaum 4/1/2010
39. Epitaph 4/1/2010
40. The Charge Of The Bread Brigade 4/1/2010
Best Poem of Ezra Pound

A Girl

The tree has entered my hands,
The sap has ascended my arms,
The tree has grown in my breast -
Downward,
The branches grow out of me, like arms.

Tree you are,
Moss you are,
You are violets with wind above them.
A child - so high - you are,
And all this is folly to the world.

Read the full of A Girl

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!

Here have we had the vantage, the good hour.
Here we have had our day, your day and mine.
Come now, before this power
That bears us up, shall turn against the pole.
Mock not the flood of stars, the thing's to be.

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