Ezra Pound

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

A Song Of The Degrees


I
Rest me with Chinese colours,
For I think the glass is evil.
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  • Gold Star - 10,094 Points * Sunprincess * (11/9/2013 9:25:00 PM)

    This poem is cryptic meaning he distrusts our government
    The title ~ A Song Of The Degrees~ means ~ A Song Of The Degrees of Hell~
    Stanza I refers to
    ~ Rest me with Chinese colors~ means Send me to the Chinese country
    ~ For I think the glass is evil~ means - For I think the government is evil
    Stanza II refers to
    the war, the president and the white house
    and being locked up for treason, in an outdoor steel cage, baking in the sun for three weeks
    Stanza III refers to
    being locked up in a mental hospital
    and his outrage, pure and simple
    .....this poem outrages me for the way Ezra Pound was treated (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Sue Davies (5/27/2013 7:11:00 PM)

    I don't understand it...... Not that I'm intellectual... Could someone explain please? (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Matthew Mitchell (4/8/2013 4:09:00 PM)

    cedar update ur computer
    ray stop act like a 6 year old on youtube typing Im first Im first Im first no one cares (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 262 Points Ray Quesada (10/9/2012 3:44:00 AM)

    how is it possible that this poem has 102 votes, and yet no comments by members? ! ? ! i'm the first one, really? !
    -RQ- (Report) Reply

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