Ezra Pound

Ezra Pound

1885–1972 · lived 87 years US US

Ezra Pound was a highly influential American poet and critic, and a major figure in the modernist movement. He was a key proponent of Imagism and Vorticism, championing a return to classical forms and precise imagery in poetry. Pound's extensive work, most notably "The Cantos," is characterized by its complex allusions, multilingualism, and engagement with history, economics, and art. His influence extended to many other writers, including T.S. Eliot, Ernest Hemingway, and James Joyce, whom he actively supported and promoted.

n. 1885-10-30, Hailey · m. 1972-11-01, Veneza

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Dum Capitolium Scandet

Dum Capitolium Scandet

How many will come after me
singing as well as I sing, none better;
Telling the heart of their truth
as I have taught them to tell it;
Fruit of my seed,
O my unnameable children.
Know then that I loved you from afore-time,
Clear speakers, naked in the sun, untrammelled.
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Bio

Identification and basic context

Ezra Weston Loomis Pound was an American expatriate poet, critic, musician, and translator. He is widely considered one of the most influential figures of literary modernism. Pound was instrumental in the development of two significant movements: Imagism and Vorticism. His work is marked by a profound engagement with history, economics, art, and diverse cultural traditions, often employing a complex, allusive style. He wrote primarily in English, but his work is characterized by its multilingualism and extensive use of foreign language quotations. He spent most of his adult life as an expatriate, living in Italy, France, and England.

Childhood and education

Pound was born in Hailey, Idaho, but his family soon moved to Philadelphia, where he spent his formative years. His father worked as a registrar at the Philadelphia Mint. Pound displayed an early interest in languages and literature. He attended Hamilton College and the University of Pennsylvania, where he studied Romance languages and literature. His early education instilled in him a deep appreciation for classical literature and languages, which would profoundly shape his poetic sensibilities. He was also exposed to various cultural and philosophical ideas that fueled his intellectual curiosity.

Literary trajectory

Pound's literary career began with the publication of his first collection of poems, "A Lume Spento," in Venice in 1908. He quickly became a central figure in the burgeoning modernist literary scene, first in London and later in Paris. He was a key proponent of the Imagist movement, advocating for clarity, precision, and economy of language. He later founded Vorticism, a more aggressive and dynamic movement. Pound was a tireless promoter of other artists, notably T.S. Eliot, James Joyce, and Ernest Hemingway, providing critical support, introductions, and financial assistance. His most ambitious and sprawling work is "The Cantos," an epic poem in progress that occupied him for much of his life.

Works, style, and literary characteristics

Pound's major works include "Personae" (1909), "Ripostes" (1912), "Hugh Selwyn Mauberley" (1920), and the monumental "The Cantos" (published in stages from the 1920s until his death). His style evolved over time, but consistently featured a demand for precision in language, a rejection of vague sentimentality, and an interest in juxtaposing diverse historical and cultural elements. Themes in his work often include the decline of civilization, the nature of beauty, the corrupting influence of usury, and the search for order. He experimented with form, incorporating elements of free verse, classical meters, and polyphonic structures. His poetic voice could be lyrical, scholarly, prophetic, or polemical. Pound's language was rich with allusions to mythology, history, and literature from various cultures, often weaving together multiple languages and dialects.

Cultural and historical context

Pound lived through periods of immense global upheaval, including World War I and World War II. His political views became increasingly controversial, particularly his espousal of fascism and his antisemitic radio broadcasts during World War II, for which he was charged with treason. He was deeply involved with literary circles in London and Paris, where he interacted with many of the leading figures of modernism. His generation of writers grappled with the fragmentation of modern society and sought new forms to express contemporary experience. Pound's engagement with economics, particularly his interest in Social Credit theory, significantly influenced his later work and political outlook.

Personal life

Pound's personal life was marked by complex relationships. He had a long-term relationship with the painter Dorothy Shakespear, whom he married, and also maintained a significant relationship with the violinist Olga Rudge, with whom he had a daughter. His expatriate lifestyle led to periods of financial instability, which he navigated through his promotional activities for other artists and his own writing. His intellectual and political obsessions often dominated his personal interactions, sometimes straining relationships.

Recognition and reception

Pound's initial reception was that of a revolutionary poet and a champion of modernist literature. However, his wartime broadcasts and fascist sympathies led to widespread condemnation and legal repercussions, including his arrest and indictment for treason. He spent years in an psychiatric hospital in Washington D.C. While his literary influence remained undeniable, his public image was severely tarnished. Posthumously, there has been a renewed critical interest in separating his literary achievements from his political views, though this remains a complex and contentious issue.

Influences and legacy

Pound was influenced by classical poets such as Homer and Ovid, as well as by medieval troubadours and Chinese poetry (especially the work of Confucius). His legacy is immense; he was a catalyst for many of the most important writers of the 20th century, including T.S. Eliot, whose "The Waste Land" he significantly edited. He is credited with introducing key ideas of Imagism and Vorticism and shaping the course of modernist poetry. His experimental approach to form, language, and subject matter has had a lasting impact on subsequent generations of poets. His work continues to be studied, translated, and debated worldwide.

Interpretation and critical analysis

Critical analysis of Pound's work often grapples with the tension between his innovative poetic technique and his deeply problematic political and social views. "The Cantos," in particular, has been subject to extensive scholarly interpretation, with critics exploring its epic scope, its engagement with historical figures, and its fragmentation. Debates often center on whether his artistic merit can be separated from his ideological commitments, and how to approach his antisemitism and fascist sympathies within an analysis of his poetry.

Curiosities and lesser-known aspects

Pound was known for his eccentric personality and his fervent pronouncements. He was a prolific correspondent and actively engaged in promoting his contemporaries through letters and introductions. His interest in economics was not merely theoretical; he believed that usury was a primary cause of societal ills and actively campaigned for economic reforms. His habit of collecting and translating diverse literary traditions reflects his lifelong project of weaving a new epic for the modern age.

Death and memory

Pound died in Venice in 1972. His death marked the end of a tumultuous but profoundly influential literary life. His memory remains complex, celebrated for his revolutionary contributions to poetry and modernism, yet shadowed by his wartime political activities. His works continue to be read and studied, ensuring his place as a pivotal, albeit controversial, figure in 20th-century literature.

Poems

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And Thus In Nineveh

And Thus In Nineveh

Aye! I am a poet and upon my tomb
Shall maidens scatter rose leaves
And men myrtles, ere the night
Slays day with her dark sword.


'Lo ! this thing is not mine
Nor thine to hinder,
For the custom is full old,
And here in Nineveh have I beheld
Many a singer pass and take his place
In those dim halls where no man troubleth
His sleep or song.
And many a one hath sung his songs
More craftily, more subtle-souled than I;
And many a one now doth surpass
My wave-worn beauty with his wind of flowers,
Yet am I poet, and upon my tomb
Shall all men scatter rose leaves
Ere the night slay light
With her blue sword.


‘It is not, Raana, that my song rings highest
Or more sweet in tone than any, but that I
Am here a Poet, that doth drink of life
As lesser men drink wine.’
467

Ancient Music

Ancient Music

Winter is icummen in,
Lhude sing Goddamm.
Raineth drop and staineth slop,
And how the wind doth ramm!
Sing: Goddamm.


Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us,
An ague hath my ham.
Freezeth river, turneth liver,
Damn you, sing: Goddamm.


Goddamm, Goddamm, 'tis why I am, Goddamm,
So 'gainst the winter's balm.


Sing goddamm, damm, sing Goddamm.
Sing goddamm, sing goddamm, DAMM.
355

Ancora

Ancora


Good God! They say you are risqué,
O canzonetti!
We who went out into the four A. M. of the world
Composing our albas,
We who shook off our dew with the rabbits,
We who have seen even Artemis a-binding her sandals,
Have we ever heard the like?
O mountains of Hellas!!
Gather about me, O Muses!
When we sat upon the granite brink in Helicon
Clothed in the tattered sunlight,
Muses with delicate shins,
O Muses with delectable knee-joints,
When we splashed and were splashed with
The lucid Castalian spray,
Had we ever such an epithet cast upon us!!
502

Alf’s Twelfth Bit

Alf’s Twelfth Bit

BALLAD FOR THE TIMES' SPECIAL SILVER NUMBER


Sez the Times a silver lining
Is what has set us pining,
Montague, Montague!


In the season sad and weary
When our minds are very bleary,
Montague, Montague!


There is Sir Hen. Deterding
His phrases interlarding,
Montague, Montague!


With the this and that and what
For putting silver on the spot,
Montague, Montague!


Just drop it in the slot
And it will surely boil the pot,
Montague, Montague!


Gold, of course, is solid too,
But some silver set to stew
Might do, too. Montague!
With a lively wood-pulp ‘ad’.


To cheer the bad and sad,
Montague, Montague!
477

An Immorality

An Immorality

Sing we for love and idleness,
Naught else is worth the having.


Though I have been in many a land,
There is naught else in living.


And I would rather have my sweet,
Though rose-leaves die of grieving,


Than do high deeds in Hungary
To pass all men's believing.
463

Alf’s Seventh Bit

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 gettin' together
And the larger stores were likewise
Considering something that would, as you
Might say, be a surprise


To the Co-ops, a echo or somethin'?
They tell me that branded goods
Don't get a discount like Mr. Selfridge
Of 25 per cent, on their ads., and the woods


Is where the Co-ops are goin' to,
And that Oxford Street site
Is not suited to co-operation
A sort of'Arab's dream in the night.


''We have plenty, so let it be.'
The example of these consumers in co-operation
Might cause thought and be therefore
A peril to Selfridge and the nation.
474

Alf’s Tenth Bit

Alf’s Tenth Bit

WIND


Scarce and thin, scarce and thin
The government's excuse,
Never at all will they do
Aught of the slightest use.
Over the dying half-wits blow,
Over the empty-headed, and the slow
Marchers, not getting forwarder,
While Ramsay MacDonald sleeps, sleeps.


Fester and rot, fester and rot,
And angle and tergiversate
One thing among all things you will not
Do, that is: think, before it's too late.
Election will not come very soon,
And those born with a silver spoon,
Will keep it a little longer,
Until the mind of the old nation gets a little stronger.
459

Alf’s Fifth Bit

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 down in its grave?


The pomps of Fleet St., festering year on year,
Hid truth and lied, and lied and hid the facts.
The pimps of Whitehall ever more in fear,
Hid health statistics, dodged the Labour Acts.


All drew their pay, and as the pay grew less,
The money rotten and more rotten yet,
Hid more statistics, more feared to confess
C.3, C.4, 'twere better to forget


How many weak of mind, how much tuberculosis
Filled the back alleys and the back to back houses.
'The medical report this week discloses . . .'
'Time for that question!' Front Bench interposes.


Time for that question? and the time is NOW.
Who ate the profits, and who locked 'em in
The unsafe safe, wherein all rots, and no man can say how
What was the nation's, now by Norman's kin
Is one day blown up large, the next, ducked in?
430

Alf’s Ninth Bit

Alf’s Ninth Bit

Listen, my children, and you shall hear
The midnight activities of Whats-his Name,
Scarcely a general now known to fame
Can tell you of that famous day and year.


When feeble Mr. Asquith, getting old,
The destinies of England were almost sold
To a Welsh shifter with an ogling eye,
And Whats-his-name attained nobility.


The Dashing Rupert of the pulping trade,
Rough from the virgin forests inviolate,
Thus rose in Albion, and tickled the State
And where he once set foot, right there he stayed.


Old 'Erb was doting, so the rumour ran,
Ahd Rupert ran the rumour round in wheels,
And David's harp let out heart-rending squeals:
'Find us a harpist ! ! DAVID is the man!!'


Dave was the man to sell the shot and shell,
And Basil was the Greek that rode around
On sea and land, with all convenience found
To sell, to sell, to sell, that's it, to SELL


Destroyers, bombs and spitting mitrailleuses.
He used to lunch with Balfour in those days
And if the papers seldom sang his praise,
The simple Britons never knew he was,


Until a narsty German told them so.
Listen, my children, and you shall hear
Of things that happened very long ago,
And scarcely heed one word of what you hear.


Bury it all, bury it all well deep,
And let the blighters start it all over again.
They'll trick you again and again, as you sleep;
But you shall know that these were the men,
426

Albatre

Albatre


This lady in the white bath-robe which she calls a
peignoir,
Is, for the time being, the mistress of my friend,
And the delicate white feet of her little white dog
Are not more delicate than she is,
Nor would Gautier himself have despised their contrasts
in whiteness
As she sits in the great chair
Between the two indolent candles.
370

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