Ezra Pound Poems

‘Tis not a game that plays at mates and mating,
Provençe knew;
'Tis not a game of barter, lands and houses,
Provençe knew.
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Ko-Jin goes west from Ko-kaku-ro,
The smoke-flowers are blurred over the river.
His lone sail blots the far sky.
And now I see only the river,
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‘Tis but a vague, invarious delight
As gold that rains about some buried king.
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Shades of Callimachus, Coan ghosts of Philetas
It is in your grove I would walk,
I who come first from the clear font
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I
Turned from the 'eau-forte
Par Jaquemart'
To the strait head
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I join these words for four people,
Some others may overhear them,
O world, I am sorry for you,
You do not know these four people.
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Chant for the Transmutation of Metals

Sail of Claustra, Aelis, Azalais,
As you move among the bright trees;
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‘Pan is dead. Great Pan is dead.
Ah! bow your heads, ye maidens all,
And weave ye him his coronal.’
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The black panther treads at my side,
And above my fingers
There float the petal-like flames.
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The salmon-trout drifts in the stream,
The soul of the salmon-trout floats over the stream
Like a little wafer of light.
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