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").
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
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..
© Ezra Pound
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..
© Ezra Pound
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..
© Ezra Pound
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..
© Ezra Pound
Coda
O My songs,Why do you look so eagerly and so curiously intopeople's faces,Will you find your lost dead among them?
© Ezra Pound
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!..
© Ezra Pound
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..
© Ezra Pound
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.
© Ezra Pound
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..
© Ezra Pound
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..
© Ezra Pound
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..
© Ezra Pound
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..
© Ezra Pound
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..
© Ezra Pound
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..
© Ezra Pound
The New Cake Of Soap
Lo, how it gleams and glistens in the sunLike the cheek of a Chesterton.
© Ezra Pound
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..
© Ezra Pound
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..
© Ezra Pound
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..
© Ezra Pound
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..
© Ezra Pound