Ezra Pound

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

Ezra Pound Poems

1. Canto Xlv 1/10/2015
2. To Êáëüí (Greek Title) 4/1/2010
3. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Viii 4/1/2010
4. Translations And Adaptations From Heine 4/1/2010
5. Homage To Sextus Propertius - X 4/1/2010
6. Homage To Quintus Septimus Florentis Christianus 4/1/2010
7. Her Monument, The Image Cut Thereon 4/1/2010
8. Marvoil 4/1/2010
9. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Ix 4/1/2010
10. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Vi 4/1/2010
11. Song Of The Six Hundred M.P.'s 4/1/2010
12. Sennin Poem By Kakuhaku 4/1/2010
13. ßìýñññù (Greek Title) 4/1/2010
14. Horae Beatae Inscripto 4/1/2010
15. Near Perigord 4/1/2010
16. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Xi 4/1/2010
17. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Ii 4/1/2010
18. Leave-Taking Near Shoku 4/1/2010
19. Guido Invites You Thus 4/1/2010
20. Mauberley 4/1/2010
21. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Iv 4/1/2010
22. La Fraisne 4/1/2010
23. Separation On The River Kiang 4/1/2010
24. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Xii 4/1/2010
25. Threnos 4/1/2010
26. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Vii 4/1/2010
27. To Dives 4/1/2010
28. National Song (E.C.) 4/1/2010
29. To-Em-Meps ‘the Unmoving Cloud' 4/1/2010
30. For E. Mcc 4/1/2010
31. Satiemus 4/1/2010
32. Poem By The Bridge At Ten-Shin 4/1/2010
33. L'Homme Moyen Sensuel 4/1/2010
34. Yeux Glauques 4/1/2010
35. Paracelsus In Excelsis 4/1/2010
36. Homage To Sextus Propertius - Iii 4/1/2010
37. The Gypsy 4/1/2010
38. Les Millwin 4/1/2010
39. Tempora 4/1/2010
40. M. Pom-Pom 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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The Garrett

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,
And we have friends and no butlers.
Come, let us pity the married and the unmarried.

Dawn enters with little feet
      like a gilded Pavlova
And I am near my desire.

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