Ezra Pound

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

Ezra Pound Poems

41. The Game Of Chess 4/1/2010
42. The Flame 4/1/2010
43. The Faun 4/1/2010
44. The Fault of It 1/1/2004
45. The Eyes 4/1/2010
46. The Encounter 1/13/2003
47. The Condolence 4/1/2010
48. The Coming Of War: Actaeon 4/1/2010
49. The Cloak 4/1/2010
50. The City Of Choan 4/1/2010
51. The Charge Of The Bread Brigade 4/1/2010
52. The Bellaires 4/1/2010
53. The Beautiful Toilet 4/1/2010
54. The Bath-Tub 1/3/2003
55. The Baby 4/1/2010
56. The Altar 4/1/2010
57. The Alchemist 4/1/2010
58. Tenzone 4/1/2010
59. Tempora 4/1/2010
60. Tame Cat 1/3/2003

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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