Tempora Poem by Ezra Pound

Tempora

Rating: 2.7


Io! Io! Tamuz!
The Dryad staiids in my court-yard
With plaintive, querulous crying.
(Tamuz. Io! Tamuz!)
Oh, no, she is not crying: 'Tamuz.'
She says, 'May my poems be printed this week?
The god Pan is afraid to ask you,
May my poems be printed this week?'

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
H.B.F AFKHA 09 April 2019

I like this lines its wonderful .

0 0 Reply
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Ezra Pound

Ezra Pound

Hailey / Idaho
Close
Error Success