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 Flame

‘Tis not a game that plays at mates and mating,Provençe knew;'Tis not a game of barter, lands and houses,Provençe knew.We who are wise beyond your..

© Ezra Pound

The Charge Of The Bread Brigade

Half a loaf, half a loaf,Half a loaf? Urn-hum?Down through the vale of gloomSlouched the ten million,Onward th' 'ungry blokes,Crackin' their smutty..

© Ezra Pound

The Beautiful Toilet

Blue, blue is the grass about the riverAnd the willows have overfilled the close garden.And within, the mistress, in the midmost of her youth.White..

© Ezra Pound

The River Song

This boat is of shato-wood, and its gunwales are cutmagnolia,Musicians with jewelled flutes and with pipes of goldFill full the sides in rows, and..

© Ezra Pound

Another Bit And An Offer

I see by the morning papersThat America's sturdy sonsHave started a investigationOf the making of guns.The morning paper tells meThey have asked the..

© Ezra Pound

Fratres Minores

With minds still hovering above their testiclesCertain poets here and in FranceStill sigh over established and natural factLong since fully discussed..

© Ezra Pound

The Baby

The baby new to earth and skyHas never until nowUnto himself the question putOr asked us if the cowIs higher in the mental scaleThan men like me and..

© Ezra Pound

Piccadilly

Beautiful, tragical faces—Ye that were whole, and are so sunken;And, O ye vile, ye that might have been loved,That are so sodden and drunken,Who hath..

© Ezra Pound

The Altar

Let us build here an exquisite friendship,The flame, the autumn, and the green rose of loveFought out their strife here, 'tis a place of wonder;Where..

© Ezra Pound

Epitaphs

Fu IFu I loved the high cloud and the hill,Alas, he died of alcohol.Li PoAnd Li Po also died drunk.He tried to embrace a moonIn the Yellow River.

© Ezra Pound

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..

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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..

© Ezra Pound

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..

© Ezra Pound

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..

© Ezra Pound

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..

© Ezra Pound

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..

© Ezra Pound

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..

© Ezra Pound

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..

© Ezra Pound

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..

© Ezra Pound

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..

© Ezra Pound

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..

© Ezra Pound

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..

© Ezra Pound

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..

© Ezra Pound