Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
Leave-Taking Near Shoku
They say the roads of Sanso are steep,Sheer as the mountains.The walls rise in a man's face,Clouds grow out of the hillat his horse's bridle.Sweet..
© Ezra Pound
Our Contemporaries
When the Taihaitian princessHeard that he had decided,She rushed out into the sunlight and swarmed up acocoanut palm tree,But he returned to this..
© Ezra Pound
Praise Of Ysolt
In vain have I striven,to teach my heart to bow;In vain have I said to him'There be many singers greater than thou'.But his answer cometh, as winds..
© Ezra Pound
The House Of Splendour
‘Tis Evanoe's,A house not made with hands,But out somewhere beyond the worldly waysHer gold is spread, above, around, inwoven;Strange ways and walls..
© Ezra Pound
Ole Kate
When I was only a youngster,Sing: toodle doodlede ootlOle Kate would git her 'arf a pintAnd wouldn't' giv' a damn hoot.'Them stairs! them stairs..
© Ezra Pound
Na Audiart
Though thou well dost wish me illAudiart, Audiart,Where thy bodice laces startAs ivy fingers clutching throughIts crevices,Audiart, Audiart,Stately..
© Ezra Pound
Planh For The Young English King
If all the grief and woe and bitterness,All dolour, ill and every evil chanceThat ever came upon this grieving worldWere set together they would seem..
© Ezra Pound
Piere Vidal Old
When I but think upon the great dead daysAnd turn my mind upon that splendid madness,Lo! I do curse my strengthAnd blame the sun his gladness;For..
© Ezra Pound
Brennbaum
The sky-like limpid eyes,The circular infant's face,The stiffness from spats to collarNever relaxing into grace;The heavy memories of Horeb, Sinai..
© Ezra Pound
La Fraisne
For I was a gaunt, grave councillorBeing in all things wise, and very old,But I have put aside this folly and the coldThat old age weareth for a..
© Ezra Pound
To Dives
Who am I to condemn you, O Dives,I who am as much embitteredWith povertyAs you are with useless riches ?
© Ezra Pound
Threnos
IN o more for us the little sighing.No more the winds at twilight trouble us.Lo the fair dead!No more do I burn.No more for us the fluttering of..
© Ezra Pound
National Song (E.C.)
There is no land like EnglandWhere banks rise day by day,There are no banks like English banksTo make the people pay.There is no such land of..
© Ezra Pound
For E. Mcc
Gone while your tastes were keen to you,Gone where the grey winds call to you,By that high fencer, even Death,Struck of the blade that no man..
© Ezra Pound
Poem By The Bridge At Ten-Shin
March has come to the bridge head,Peach boughs and apricot boughs hang over a thousandgates,At morning there are flowers to cut the heart,And evening..
© Ezra Pound
Au Salon
Her grave, sweet haughtinessPleaseth me, and in like wiseHer quiet ironies.Others are beautiful, none more, some less.I suppose, when poetry comes..
© Ezra Pound
The Gypsy
That was the top of the walk, when he said:'Have you seen any others, any of our lot,With apes or bears?'A brown upstanding fellowNot like the..
© Ezra Pound
Les Millwin
The little Millwins attend the Russian Ballet.The mauve and greenish souls of the little MillwinsWere seen lying along the upper seatsLike so many..
© Ezra Pound
Yeux Glauques
Gladstone was still respected,When John Ruskin produced'King's Treasuries'; SwinburneAnd Rossetti still abused.Foetid Buchanan lifted up his..
© Ezra Pound
Exile’s Letter
To So-Kin of Rakuyo, ancient friend, Chancellor ofGen.Now I remember that you built me a special tavernBy the south side of the bridge at..
© Ezra Pound
Come To My Cantilations
Come my cantilations,Let us dump our hatreds into one bunch and be done with them,Hot sun, clear water, fresh wind,Let me be free of pavements,Let me..
© Ezra Pound
Homage To Sextus Propertius - Iii
Midnight, and a letter comes to me from our mistress:Telling me to come to Tibur:At once!!'Bright tips reach up from twin towers,'Anienan spring..
© Ezra Pound
To-Em-Meps ‘the Unmoving Cloud'
IThe clouds have gathered, and gathered,and the rain falls and falls,The eight ply of the heavensare all folded into one darkness,And the wide, flat..
© Ezra Pound
Dompna Pois De Me No'Us Cal
FROM THE PROVENCAL OF EN BERTRANS DE BORNLady, since you care nothing for me,And since you have shut me away from youCauselessly,I know not wnere to..
© Ezra Pound