Ezra Pound Poems
|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|
|247.||Villanelle: The Psychological Hour||1/1/2004|
|248.||Villonaud For This Yule||1/3/2003|
|249.||Women Before A Shop||4/1/2010|
In A Station Of The Metro
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
petals on a wet, black bough.
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.