Ezra Pound Poems
|242.||A Villonaud: Ballad Of The Gibbet||4/1/2010|
|243.||A Song Of The Degrees||4/1/2010|
|246.||A Ballad Of The Mulberry Road||4/1/2010|
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.