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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Sennin Poem By Kakuhaku

Sennin Poem By Kakuhaku

The red and green kingfishers
flash between the orchids and clover,
One bird casts its gleam on another.
Green vines hang through the high forest,
They weave a whole roof to the mountain,
The lone man sits with shut speech,
He purrs and pats the clear strings.
He throws his heart up through the sky,
He bites through the flower pistil
and brings up a fine fountain.
The red-pine-tree god looks at him and wonders.
He rides through the purple smoke to visit the sennin,
He takes 'Floating Hill' by the sleeve,
He claps his hand on the back of the great water sennin.


But you, you dam'd crowd of gnats,
Can you even tell the age of a turtle?
494

Salutation The Second

Salutation The Second

You were praised, my books,
because I had just come from the country;
I was twenty years behind the times
so you found an audience ready.
I do not disown you,
do not you disown your progeny.


Here they stand without quaint devices,
Here they are with nothing archaic about them.
Observe the irritation in general:


‘Is this’ they say, 'the nonsense
that we expect of poets?’
'Where is the Picturesque ?'
‘Where is the vertigo of emotion?'
‘No! his first work was the best.’
'Poor Dear! he has lost his illusions.’


Go, little naked and impudent songs,
Go with a light foot!
(Or with two light feet, if it please you!)
Go and dance shamelessly!
Go with an impertinent frolic!


Greet the grave and the stodgy,
Salute them with your thumbs at your noses.


Here are your bells and confetti.
Go! rejuvenate things!
Rejuvenate even 'The Spectator.’
Go! and make cat calls!
Dance and make people blush,
Dance the dance of the phallus
and tell anecdotes of Cybele!
Speak of the indecorous conduct of the Gods!
(Tell it to Mr. Strachey)


Ruffle the skirts of prudes,
speak of their knees and ankles.
But, above all, go to practical people
go! jangle their door-bells!
Say that you do no work
and that you will live forever.
640

Safe And Sound

Safe And Sound

My name is Nunty Cormorant
And my finance is sound,
I lend you Englishmen hot air
At one and three the pound.


I lend you Englishmen hot air
And I get all the beef
While you stalwart sheep of freedom
Are on the poor relief.


Wot oh! my buxom hearties,
What ain't got work no more
And don't know what bug is a-bitin'
To keep your feelin's sore,


There is blokes in automobiles
And their necks sunk into fur
That keep on gettin' usury
To make 'em cosier.


I read these fellers puts it
Most tidily away
And then lends out their printed slips
To keep the wolf away


From the vaults and combination
Safes in Thread and Needle street.
I wouldn't 'ave the needle
If I had more grub to eat.


Oh the needle is your portion,
My sufferin' fellow men,
Till the King shall take the notion
To own his coin again.
470

Quies

Quies


This is another of our ancient loves.
Pass and be silent, Rullus, for the day
Hath lacked a something since this lady passed;
Hath lacked a something. 'Twas but marginal.
469

Prayer For His Lady’s Life

Prayer For His Lady’s Life

FROM PROPERTIUS, ELEGIAE, LIB. III, 26
Here let thy clemency, Persephone, hold firm,
Do thou, Pluto, bring here no greater harshness.
So many thousand beauties are gone down to Avernus,
Ye might let one remain above with us.


With you is lope, with you the white-gleaming Tyro,
With you is Europa and the shameless Pasiphae,
And all the fair from Troy and all from Achaia,
From the sundered realms, of Thebes and of aged Priamus;
And all the maidens of Rome, as many as they were,
They died and the greed of your flame consumes them.


Here let thy clemency, Persephone, hold firm.
Do thou, Pluto, bring here no greater harshness.
So many thousandfair are gone down to Avernus,
Ye might let one remain above with us.
474

Poetic Eggs

Poetic Eggs

I am a grave poetic hen
That lays poetic eggs
And to enhance my temperament
A little quiet begs.


We make the yolk philosophy,
True beauty the albumen.
And then gum on a shell of form
To make the screed sound human.
403

Post Mortem Conspectu

Post Mortem Conspectu

A brown, fat babe sitting in the lotus,
And you were glad and laughing
With a laughter not of this world.
It is good to splash in the water
And laughter is the end of all things.
350

Poem

Poem


(Abbreviated from the conversation with Mr. T E H.


Over the flat slope of St Eloi
A wide wall of sandbags.
Night,
In the silence desultory men
Pottering over small fires, cleaning their mess-tins:
To and fro, from the lines,
Men walk as on Piccadilly,
Making paths in the dark,
Through scattered dead horses,
Over a dead Belgian’s body.


The Germans have rockets. The English have no rockets,
Behind the lines, cannon, hidden, lying back miles.
Before the line, chaos.


My mind is a corridor. The minds about me are
corridors.
Nothing suggests itself. There is nothing to do but keep on.
454

Piere Vidal Old

Piere Vidal Old

When I but think upon the great dead days
And turn my mind upon that splendid madness,
Lo! I do curse my strength
And blame the sun his gladness;
For that the one is dead
And the red sun mocks my sadness.


Behold me, Vidal, that was fool of fools!
Swift as the king wolf was I and as strong
When tall stags fled me through the alder brakes,
And every jongleur knew me in his song,
And the hounds fled and the deer fled
And none fled over long.


Even the grey pack knew me and knew fear.
God! how the swiftest hind's blood spurted hot
Over the sharpened teeth and purpling lips!
Hot was that hind's blood yet it scorched me not
As did first scorn, then lips of the Penautier!
Aye ye are fools, if ye think time can blot


From Piere Vidal’s remembrance that blue night.
God! but the purple of the sky was deep!
Clear, deep, translucent, so the stars me seemed
Set deep in crystal; and because my sleep
Rare visitor came not, the Saints I guerdon
For that restlessness Piere set to keep


One more fool's vigil with the hollyhocks.
Swift came the Loba, as a branch that's caught,
Torn, green and silent in the swollen Rhone,
Green was her mantle, close, and wrought
Of some thin silk stuff that's scarce stuff at all,
But like a mist wherethrough her white form fought,


And conquered! Ah God! conquered!
Silent my mate came as the night was still.
Speech? Words? Faugh! Who talks of words and love?!
Hot is such love and silent,
Silent as fate is, and as strong until
It faints in taking and in giving all.


Stark, keen, triumphant, till it plays at death.
God! she was white then, splendid as some tomb
High wrought of marble, and the panting breath
Ceased utterly. Well, then I waited, drew,
Half-sheathed, then naked from its saffron sheath
Drew full this dagger that doth tremble here.


Just then she woke and mocked the less keen blade.
Ah God, the Loba! and my only mate!
Was there such flesh made ever and unmade!



God curse the years that turn such women grey!
Behold here Vidal, that was hunted, flayed,
Shamed and yet bowed not and that won at last.


And yet I curse the sun for his red gladness,
I that have known strath, garth, brake, dale,
And every run-away of the wood through that great
madness,
Behold me shrivelled as an old oak's trunk
And made men's mock'ry in my rotten sadness!


No man hath heard the glory of my days:
No man hath dared and won his dare as I:
One night, one body and one welding flame!
What do ye own, ye niggards! that can buy
Such glory of the earth? Or who will win
Such battle-guerdon with his 'prowesse high' ?


O age gone lax! O stunted followers,
That mask at passions and desire desires,
Behold me shrivelled, and your mock of mocks;
And yet I mock you by the mighty fires
That burnt me to this ash.


Ah! Cabaret! Ah Cabaret, thy hills again!


Take your hands off me! . . . [Sniffing the air.
Ha! this scent is hot!
553

Paracelsus In Excelsis

Paracelsus In Excelsis

‘Being no longer human, why should I
Pretend humanity or don the frail attire?
Men have I known and men, but never one
Was grown so free an essence, or become
So simply element as what I am.
The mist goes from the mirror and I see.
Behold! the world of forms is swept beneath-
Turmoil grown visible beneath our peace,
And we that are grown formless, rise above-
Fluids intangible that have been men,
We seem as statues round whose high-risen base
Some overflowing river is run mad,
In us alone the element of calm.'
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