Trois fantomes vinrent a moi
Et me tirerent a part
Au lieu ou les branches d'olivier
Se tenaient couchees sur la terre:
Du carnage pale au-dessous de la brume brillante.
-' April'.Ezra Pound.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Number 169 in mine Michael. those 3 phantoms: ground, branch and brume?
That is a real coincidence and I will read your poem. I am not a Green at all, but Pound's poem still appeals. Michael.