Coitus Poem by Ezra Pound

Ezra Pound

Ezra Pound

Hailey / Idaho
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Ezra Pound
Hailey / Idaho
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Coitus

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The gilded phaloi of the crocuses
are thrusting at the spring air.
Here is there naught of dead gods
But a procession of festival,
A procession, Giulio Romano,
Fit for your spirit to dwell in.
Dione, your nights are upon us.

The dew is upon the leaf.
The night about us is restless.

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Ezra Pound

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Hailey / Idaho
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