Ezra Pound

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

Poems of Ezra Pound

221. The Plunge 1/1/2004
222. The Rest 4/1/2010
223. The Return 1/3/2003
224. The River Song 4/1/2010
225. The River-Merchant's Wife: A Letter 1/13/2003
226. The Seafarer 1/3/2003
227. The Seeing Eye 1/1/2004
228. The Social Order 4/1/2010
229. The Spring 4/1/2010
230. The Study In Aesthetics 4/1/2010
231. The Summons 1/1/2004
232. The Tea Shop 4/1/2010
233. The Temperaments 4/1/2010
234. The Three Poets 4/1/2010
235. The Tomb At Akr Çaar 4/1/2010
236. The Tree 1/1/2004
237. The White Stag 4/1/2010
238. These Fought in Any Case 1/1/2004
239. Threnos 4/1/2010
240. To Dives 4/1/2010

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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