Ezra Pound

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

Ezra Pound Poems

1. Canto XVI 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. Paracelsus In Excelsis 4/1/2010
14. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Ix 4/1/2010
15. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Vi 4/1/2010
16. Song Of The Six Hundred M.P.'s 4/1/2010
17. Phyllidula 4/1/2010
18. M. Pom-Pom 4/1/2010
19. Sennin Poem By Kakuhaku 4/1/2010
20. Dieu! Qu'Il La Fait 4/1/2010
21. ßìýñññù (Greek Title) 4/1/2010
22. Horae Beatae Inscripto 4/1/2010
23. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Xi 4/1/2010
24. Leave-Taking Near Shoku 4/1/2010
25. Guido Invites You Thus 4/1/2010
26. Prayer For His Lady’s Life 4/1/2010
27. Mauberley 4/1/2010
28. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Iv 4/1/2010
29. Ole Kate 4/1/2010
30. Praise Of Ysolt 4/1/2010
31. La Fraisne 4/1/2010
32. The House Of Splendour 4/1/2010
33. Separation On The River Kiang 4/1/2010
34. Na Audiart 4/1/2010
35. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Xii 4/1/2010
36. Planh For The Young English King 4/1/2010
37. Piere Vidal Old 4/1/2010
38. Threnos 4/1/2010
39. Brennbaum 4/1/2010
40. Epitaph 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

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
Under the cabin roof was one lantern.
The reeds are heavy; bent;
and the bamboos speak as if weeping.

Autumn moon; hills rise about lakes
against sunset

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