Ezra Pound

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

Alba


As cool as the pale wet leaves
      of lily-of-the-valley
She lay beside me in the dawn.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003
Edited: Friday, June 27, 2014

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  • Alina Kilar (3/29/2013 10:27:00 PM)

    There is a spelling error in the 2nd line. It should read of lily-of-the-valley. (Report) Reply

  • Gary Witt (10/6/2006 5:03:00 PM)

    Thank you, Mr. Hager. I almost missed this one. On second reading I thought of Georgia O'Keefe and her flowers. And BTW, your recommendation for the River Merchant's Wife was also much appreciated. (Report) Reply

  • Stanton Hager (8/20/2006 5:44:00 AM)

    First and briefest of three Pound poems entitled 'Alba, ' this is a lovely example of Imagism. The text above contains a typo and should be spread out like this:
    As cool as the pale wet leaves
    of lily-of-the-valley
    She laid beside me in the dawn (Report) Reply

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