Ezra Pound

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

Poems of Ezra Pound

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