Ezra Pound

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

Ezra Pound Poems

161. Post Mortem Conspectu 4/1/2010
162. Praise Of Ysolt 4/1/2010
163. Prayer For His Lady’s Life 4/1/2010
164. Provincia Deserta 4/1/2010
165. Quies 1/3/2003
166. Rome 4/1/2010
167. Safe And Sound 4/1/2010
168. Salutation 1/3/2003
169. Salutation The Second 4/1/2010
170. Salutation The Third 4/1/2010
171. Salvationists 4/1/2010
172. Satiemus 4/1/2010
173. Sennin Poem By Kakuhaku 4/1/2010
174. Separation On The River Kiang 4/1/2010
175. Sestina: Altaforte 1/3/2003
176. Shop Girl 4/1/2010
177. Silet 1/1/2004
178. Simulacra 4/1/2010
179. Society 4/1/2010
180. Song 1/3/2003
181. Song In The Manner Of Housman 1/3/2003
182. Song Of The Bowmen Of Shu 1/3/2003
183. Song Of The Six Hundred M.P.'s 4/1/2010
184. South-Folk In Cold Country 4/1/2010
185. Speech For Psyche In The Golden Book Of Apuleius 4/1/2010
186. ßìýñññù (Greek Title) 4/1/2010
187. Statement Of Being 1/1/2004
188. Sub Mare 1/1/2004
189. Surgit Fama 4/1/2010
190. Taking Leave Of A Friend 1/3/2003
191. Tame Cat 1/3/2003
192. Tempora 4/1/2010
193. Tenzone 4/1/2010
194. The Alchemist 4/1/2010
195. The Altar 4/1/2010
196. The Baby 4/1/2010
197. The Bath-Tub 1/3/2003
198. The Beautiful Toilet 4/1/2010
199. The Bellaires 4/1/2010
200. The Charge Of The Bread Brigade 4/1/2010
Best Poem of Ezra Pound

A Girl

The tree has entered my hands,
The sap has ascended my arms,
The tree has grown in my breast -
Downward,
The branches grow out of me, like arms.

Tree you are,
Moss you are,
You are violets with wind above them.
A child - so high - you are,
And all this is folly to the world.

Read the full of A Girl

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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