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").
Monumentum Aere, Etc.
You say that I take a good deal upon myself;That I strut in the robes of assumption.In a few years no one will remember the buffo,No one will..
© Ezra Pound
The Faun
Ha! sir, I have seen you sniffing and snoozlingabout among my flowers.And what, pray, do you know abouthorticulture, you capriped?'Come, Auster, come..
© Ezra Pound
Salvationists
ICome, my songs, let us speak of perfectionWe shall get ourselves rather disliked.IIAh yes, my songs, let us resurrectThe very excellent term..
© Ezra Pound
Cantus Planus
The black panther lies under his rose treeAnd the fawns come to sniff at his sides:Evoe, Evoe, Evoe Baccho, OZAGREUS, Zagreus, Zagreus,The black..
© Ezra Pound
Ortus
How have I laboured?How have I not labouredTo bring her soul to birth,To give these elements a name and a centre!She is beautiful as the sunlight..
© Ezra Pound
Tempora
Io! Io! Tamuz!The Dryad staiids in my court-yardWith plaintive, querulous crying.(Tamuz. Io! Tamuz!)Oh, no, she is not crying: 'Tamuz.'She says, 'May..
© Ezra Pound
The Bellaires
The good BellairesDo not understand the conduct of this world's affairs.In fact they understood them so badlyThat they have had to cross the..
© Ezra Pound
Pagani’s, November 8
Suddenly discovering in the eyes of the very beautifulNormande cocotteThe eyes of the very learned British Museum assistant.
© Ezra Pound
Simulacra
Why does the horse-faced lady of just the unmentionable ageWalk down Longacre reciting Swinburne to herself, inaudibly?Why does the small child in..
© Ezra Pound
Gentildonna
She passed and left no quiver in the veins, who nowMoving among the trees, and clingingin the air she severed,Fanning the grass she walked on then..
© Ezra Pound
Dum Capitolium Scandet
How many will come after mesinging as well as I sing, none better;Telling the heart of their truthas I have taught them to tell it;Fruit of my seed,O..
© Ezra Pound
Provincia Deserta
At Rochecoart,Where the hills partin three ways,And three valleys, full of winding roads,Fork out to south and north,There is a place of trees . . ...
© Ezra Pound
South-Folk In Cold Country
The Dai horse neighs against the bleak wind of Etsu,The birds of Etsu have no love for En, in the north,Emotion is born out of habit.Yesterday we..
© Ezra Pound
The Patterns
Erinna is a model parent,Her children have never discovered her adulteries.Lalage is also a model parent,Her offspring are fat and happy.
© Ezra Pound
Image From D'Orleans
Young men riding in the streetIn the bright new seasonSpur without reasonCausing their steeds to leap.And at the pace they keepTheir horses' armoured..
© Ezra Pound
Coitus
The gilded phaloi of the crocusesare thrusting at the spring air.Here is there naught of dead godsBut a procession of festival,A procession, Giulio..
© Ezra Pound
Homage To Sextus Propertius - V
1Now if ever it is time to cleanse Helicon;to lead Emathian horses afield,And to name over the census of my chiefs in the Roman camp.If I have not..
© Ezra Pound
The Three Poets
Candidia has taken a new loverAnd three poets are gone into mourning.The first has written a long elegy to 'Chloris',To 'Chloris chaste and cold,'..
© Ezra Pound
In Durance
(1907)1 am homesick after mine own kind,Oh I know that there are folk about me, friendly faces,But I am homesick after mine own kind.'These sell our..
© Ezra Pound
The Condolence
O my fellow sufferers, songs of my youth,A lot of asses praise you because you are 'virile',We, you, I! We are 'Red Bloods'!Imagine it, my fellow..
© Ezra Pound
Phanopoeia
IROSE WHITE, YELLOW, SILVERThe swirl of light follows me through the square,The smoke of incenseMounts from the four horns of my bed-posts,The..
© Ezra Pound
Donna Mi Prega
Because a lady asks me, I would tellOf an affect that comes often and is fellAnd is so overweening; Love by name.E'en its deniers can now hear the..
© Ezra Pound
N. Y.
My City, my beloved, my white! Ah, slender,Listen! Listen to me, and I will breathe into thee a soul.Delicately upon the reed, attend me!Now do I..
© Ezra Pound
Safe And Sound
My name is Nunty CormorantAnd my finance is sound,I lend you Englishmen hot airAt one and three the pound.I lend you Englishmen hot airAnd I get all..
© Ezra Pound
Women Before A Shop
The gew-gaws of false amber and false turquoise attract them.'Like to like nature': these agglutinous yellows!
© Ezra Pound