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").

The Alchemist

Chant for the Transmutation of MetalsSail of Claustra, Aelis, Azalais,As you move among the bright trees;As your voices, under the larches of..

© Ezra Pound

Shop Girl

For a moment she rested against meLike a swallow half blown to the wall,And they talk of Swinburne's women,And the shepherdess meeting with Guido.And..

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Alf’s Sixth Bit

Let some new lying ass,Who knows not what is or was,Talk economics,Pay for his witless noise,Get the kid nice new toys,Call him 'professor'.Lies from..

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Apparuit

Golden rose the house, in the portal I sawthee, a marvel, carven in subtle stuff, aportent. Life died down in the lamp and flickered,caught at the..

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Black Slippers: Bellotti

At the table beyond usWith her little suede slippers off,With her white-stocking'd feetCarefully kept from the floor by a napkin,She..

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Äþñßá (Greek Title)

Be in me as the eternal moodsof the bleak wind, and'notAs transient things aregaiety of flowers.Have me in the strong lonelinessof sunless cliffsAnd..

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Alf’s Seventh Bit

Did I 'ear it 'arf in a doze:The Co-ops was a goin' somewhere,Did I 'ear it while pickin' 'ops;How they better start takin' care,That the papers were..

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On His Own Face In A Glass

O strange face there in the glass!O ribald company, O saintly host,O sorrow-swept my fool,What answer? O ye myriadThat strive? and play and..

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Rome

O thou newcomer who seek’st Rome in RomeAnd find’st in Rome no thing thou canst call Roman;Arches worn old and palaces made commonRome’s name alone..

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Alf’s Tenth Bit

WINDScarce and thin, scarce and thinThe government's excuse,Never at all will they doAught of the slightest use.Over the dying half-wits blow,Over..

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Alf’s Second Bit

THE NEO-COMMUNEManhood of England,Dougth of the Shires,Want Russia to save 'emAnd answer their prayers.Want Russia to save 'em,Lenin to save 'em..

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Ancora

Good God! They say you are risqué,O canzonetti!We who went out into the four A. M. of the worldComposing our albas,We who shook off our dew with the..

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Ballatetta

The light became her grace and dwelt amongBlind eyes and shadows that are formed as men;Lo, how the light doth melt us into song:The broken sunlight..

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The Eyes

Rest Master, for we be a-weary, wearyAnd would feel the fingers of the windUpon these lids that lie over usSodden and lead-heavy.Rest brother, for lo..

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Alf’s Ninth Bit

Listen, my children, and you shall hearThe midnight activities of Whats-his Name,Scarcely a general now known to fameCan tell you of that famous day..

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De Ægypto

I even I, am he who knoweth the roadsThrough the sky, and the wind thereof is my body.I have beheld the Lady of Life,I, even I, who fly with the..

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Alf’s Fifth Bit

The pomps of butchery, financial power,Told 'em to die in war, and then to save,Then cut their saving to the half or lower;When will this system lie..

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The Rest

O helpless few in my country, remnant enslaved!Artists broken against her,A-stray, lost in the villages,Mistrusted, spoken-against,Lovers of beauty..

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The Tea Shop

The girl in the tea shopIs not so beautiful as she was,The August has worn against her.She does not get up the stairs so eagerly;Yes, she also will..

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‘phasellus Ille’

1 his papier-mâché, which you see, my friends,Saith 'twas the worthiest of editors.Its mind was made up in 'the seventies',Nor hath it ever since..

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And Thus In Nineveh

Aye! I am a poet and upon my tombShall maidens scatter rose leavesAnd men myrtles, ere the nightSlays day with her dark sword.'Lo ! this thing is not..

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Alf’s Twelfth Bit

BALLAD FOR THE TIMES' SPECIAL SILVER NUMBERSez the Times a silver liningIs what has set us pining,Montague, Montague!In the season sad and wearyWhen..

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To Whistler, American

On the loan exhibit of his paintings at the Tate Gallery.You also, our first great,Had tried all ways;Tested and pried and worked in many..

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The Game Of Chess

Red knights, brown bishops, bright queens,Striking the board, falling in strong ‘L's ofcolour.Reaching and striking in angles,holding lines in one..

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Arides

The bashful AridesHas married an ugly wife,He was bored with his manner of life,Indifferent and discouraged he thought he might asWell do this as..

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