Ezra Pound

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

Ezra Pound Poems

241. To Dives 4/1/2010
242. To Êáëüí (Greek Title) 4/1/2010
243. To Whistler, American 4/1/2010
244. To-Em-Meps ‘the Unmoving Cloud' 4/1/2010
245. Translations And Adaptations From Heine 4/1/2010
246. Ts'Ai Chi'H 1/1/2004
247. Villanelle: The Psychological Hour 1/1/2004
248. Villonaud For This Yule 1/3/2003
249. Women Before A Shop 4/1/2010
250. Yeux Glauques 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 -
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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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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