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").
Moeurs Contemporaines
IMr. Styrax 1Mr. Hecatomb Styrax, the owner of a large estate and of large muscles,A 'blue' and a climber of mountains, has married at the age of..
© Ezra Pound
Surgit Fama
There is a truce among the gods,Kore is seen in the NorthSkirting the blue-gray seaIn gilded and russet mantle.The corn has again it's mother and..
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The City Of Choan
The phoenix are at play on their terrace.The phoenix are gone, the river Hows on alone.Flowers and grassCover over the dark pathwhere lay the..
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The Cloak
Thou keep'st thy rose-leafTill the rose-time will be over,Think'st thou that Death will kiss thee?Think'st thou that the Dark HouseWill find thee..
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Mr. Nixon
In the cream gilded cabin of his steam yachtMr. Nixon advised me kindly, to advance with fewerDangers of delay. 'ConsiderCarefully the reviewer.'I..
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Coda
O My songs,Why do you look so eagerly and so curiously intopeople's faces,Will you find your lost dead among them?
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Langue D'Oc
AlbaWhen the nightingale to his mateSings day-long and night lateMy love and I keep stateIn bower,In flower,''Till the watchman on the towerCry:'Up!..
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The Tomb At Akr Çaar
‘I am thy soul, Nikoptis. I have watchedThese five millennia, and thy dead eyesMoved not, nor ever answer my desire,And thy light limbs, wherethrough..
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Society
The family position was waning,And on this account the little Aurelia,Who had laughed on eighteen summers,Now bears the palsied contact of Phidippus.
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Dans Un Omnibus De Londres
Les yeux d'une morteM'ont salué,Enchassés dans un visage stupideDont tous les autres traits étaient banals,Ils m'ont saluéEt alors je vis bien des..
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Night Litany
O Dieu, purifiez nos cceurs!Purifiez nos coeurs !Yea the lines hast thou laid unto mein pleasant places,And the beauty of this thy Venicehast thou..
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Liu Ch'E
The rustling of the silk is discontinued,Dust drifts over the court-yard,There is no sound of foot-fall, and the leavesScurry into heaps and lie..
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The Coming Of War: Actaeon
An image of Lethe,and the fieldsFull of faint lightbut golden,Gray cliffs,and beneath themA seaHarsher than granite,unstill, never ceasing;High..
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The Study In Aesthetics
The very small children in patched clothing,Being smitten with an unusual wisdom,Stopped in their play as she passed themAnd cried up from their..
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Poem
(Abbreviated from the conversation with Mr. T E H.Over the flat slope of St EloiA wide wall of sandbags.Night,In the silence desultory menPottering..
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The New Cake Of Soap
Lo, how it gleams and glistens in the sunLike the cheek of a Chesterton.
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Erat Hora
‘Thank you, whatever comes.' And then she turnedAnd, as the ray of sun on hanging flowersFades when the wind hath lifted them aside,Went swiftly from..
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Post Mortem Conspectu
A brown, fat babe sitting in the lotus,And you were glad and laughingWith a laughter not of this world.It is good to splash in the waterAnd laughter..
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The White Stag
I ha' seen them 'mid the clouds on the heather.Lo! they pause not for love nor for sorrow,Yet their eyes are as the eyes of a maid to her lover,When..
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Tenzone
Will people accept them?(i.e. these songs).As a timorous wench from a centaur(or a centurion),Already they flee, howling in terror.Will they be..
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Canto Iii
Another's a half-cracked fellow—John Heydon,Worker of miracles, dealer in levitation,In thoughts upon pure form, in alchemy,Seer of pretty visions..
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Mesmerism
Aye you're a man that ! ye old mesmerizerTyin' your meanin' in seventy swadelin's,One must of needs be a hang'd early riserTo catch you at worm..
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The Spring
ydonian Spring with her attendant train,Maelids and water-girls,Stepping beneath a boisterous wind from Thrace,Throughout this sylvan placeSpreads..
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Mr. Housman's Message
O woe, woe,People are born and die,We also shall be dead pretty soonTherefore let us act as if we weredead already.The bird sits on the hawthorn..
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The Temperaments
Nine adulteries, 12 liaisons, 64 fornications andsomething approaching a rapeRest nightly upon the soul of our delicate friendFlorialis,And yet the..
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