Ezra Pound

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

Ezra Pound Poems

1. Villonaud For This Yule 1/3/2003
2. To Êáëüí (Greek Title) 4/1/2010
3. Translations And Adaptations From Heine 4/1/2010
4. Canto XVI 7/27/2015
5. Canto XXXVI 10/29/2015
6. Homage To Quintus Septimus Florentis Christianus 4/1/2010
7. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Viii 4/1/2010
8. Homage To Sextus Propertius - X 4/1/2010
9. Horae Beatae Inscripto 4/1/2010
10. Come To My Cantilations 4/1/2010
11. Guido Invites You Thus 4/1/2010
12. Song In The Manner Of Housman 1/3/2003
13. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Vii 4/1/2010
14. In Exitum Cuiusdam 4/1/2010
15. Of Jacopo Del Sellaio 4/1/2010
16. Sennin Poem By Kakuhaku 4/1/2010
17. Song Of The Six Hundred M.P.'s 4/1/2010
18. ßìýñññù (Greek Title) 4/1/2010
19. Phyllidula 4/1/2010
20. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Vi 4/1/2010
21. For E. Mcc 4/1/2010
22. Dieu! Qu'Il La Fait 4/1/2010
23. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Ix 4/1/2010
24. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Xi 4/1/2010
25. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Xii 4/1/2010
26. Her Monument, The Image Cut Thereon 4/1/2010
27. Dans Un Omnibus De Londres 4/1/2010
28. Äþñßá (Greek Title) 4/1/2010
29. Alf’s Tenth Bit 4/1/2010
30. Alf’s Twelfth Bit 4/1/2010
31. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Iii 4/1/2010
32. Paracelsus In Excelsis 4/1/2010
33. Our Contemporaries 4/1/2010
34. Satiemus 4/1/2010
35. Threnos 4/1/2010
36. To Dives 4/1/2010
37. Yeux Glauques 4/1/2010
38. Old Idea Of Choan By Rosoriu 4/1/2010
39. Leave-Taking Near Shoku 4/1/2010
40. Marvoil 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.

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Taking Leave Of A Friend

Blue mountains to the north of the walls,
White river winding about them;
Here we must make separation
And go out through a thousand miles of dead grass.

Mind like a floating wide cloud,
Sunset like the parting of old acquaintances
Who bow over their clasped hands at a distance.
Our horses neigh to each others

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