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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Monumentum Aere, Etc.

Monumentum Aere, Etc.

You say that I take a good deal upon myself;
That I strut in the robes of assumption.


In a few years no one will remember the buffo,
No one will remember the trivial parts of me,
The comic detail will be absent.
As for you, you will rot in the earth,
And it is doubtful if even your manure will be rich
enough


To keep grass
Over your grave.
472

Meditatio

Meditatio


When I carefully consider the curious habits of dogs
I am compelled to conclude
That man is the superior animal.


When I consider the curious habits of man
I confess, my friend, I am puzzled.
513

Mauberley

Mauberley


I
Turned from the 'eau-forte
Par Jaquemart'
To the strait head
Of Messalina:


'His true Penelope
Was Flaubert,'
And his tool
The engraver's.


Firmness,
Not the full smile,
His art, but an art
In profile;


Colourless
Pier Francesca,
Pisanello lacking the skill
To forge Achaia.


II
For three years, diabolus in the scale,
He drank ambrosia,
All passes, ANANGKE prevails,
Came end, at last, to that Arcadia.


He had moved amid her phantasmagoria,
Amid her galaxies,
NUKTIS 'AGALMA


Drifted . . . drifted precipitate,
Asking time to be rid of ...
Of his bewilderment; to designate
His new found orchid. . . .


To be certain . . . certain . . .
(Amid aerial flowers) . . . time for arrangements-
Drifted on
To the final estrangement;


Unable in the supervening blankness
To sift TO AGATHON from the chaff
Until he found his sieve . . .
Ultimately, his seismograph:


Given that is his 'fundamental passion',
This urge to convey the relation
Of eye-lid and cheek-bone
By verbal manifestations;
To present the series
Of curious heads in medallion



He had passed, inconscient, full gaze,
The wide-branded irides
And botticellian sprays implied
In their diastasis;


Which ansethesis, noted a year late,
And weighed, revealed his great affect,
(Orchid), mandate
Of Eros, a retrospect.


Mouths biting empty air,
The still stone dogs,
Caught in metamorphosis, were
Left him as epilogues.
445

Liu Ch'e

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 leaves
Scurry into heaps and lie still,
And she the rejoicer of the heart is beneath them:


A wet leaf that clings to the threshold.
435

Marvoil

Marvoil


A poor clerk I, 'Arnaut the less' they call me,
And because I have small mind to sit
Day long, long day cooped on a stool
A-jumbling o' figures for Maitre Jacques Polin,
I ha' taken to rambling the South here.


The Vicomte of Beziers's not such a bad lot.
I made rimes to his lady this three year:
Vers and canzone, till that damn'd son of Aragon,
Alfonso the half-bald, took to hanging
His helmet at Beziers.
Then came what might come, to wit: three men and one woman,
Beziers off at Mont-Ausier, I and his lady
Singing the stars in the turrets of Beziers,
And one lean Aragonese cursing the seneschal
To the end that you see, friends:


Aragon cursing in Aragon, Beziers busy at Beziers
Bored to an inch of extinction,
Tibors all tongue and temper at Mont-Ausier,
Me! in this damn'd inn of Avignon,
Stringing long verse for the Burlatz;
All for one half-bald, knock-knee'd king of the Aragonese,
Alfonso, Quattro, poke-nose.


And if when I am dead
They take the trouble to tear out this wall here,
They'11 know more of Arnaut of Marvoil
Than half his canzoni say of him.
As for will and testament I leave none,
Save this: ‘Vers and canzone to the Countess of Beziers
In return for the first kiss she gave me.'
May her eyes and her cheek be fair
To all men except the King of Aragon,
And may I come'speedily to Beziers
Whither my desire and my dream have preceded me.


O hole in the wall here! be thou my jongleur
As ne'er had I other, and when the wind blows,
Sing thou the grace of the Lady of Beziers,
For even as thou art hollow before I fill thee with this parchment,
So is my heart hollow when she filleth not mine eyes,
And so were my mind hollow, did she not fill utterly my thought.


Wherefore, O hole in the wall here,
When the wind blows sigh thou for my sorrow
That I have not the Countess of Beziers
Close in my arms here.
Even as thou shalt soon have this parchment.


O hole in the wall here, be thou my jongleur,
And though thou sighest my sorrow in the wind,



Keep yet my secret in thy breast here;
Even as I keep her image in my heart here.
506

L'Art

L'Art


Green arsenic smeared on an egg-white cloth,
Crushed strawberries! Come, let us feast our eyes.
458

Les Millwin

Les Millwin

The little Millwins attend the Russian Ballet.
The mauve and greenish souls of the little Millwins
Were seen lying along the upper seats
Like so many unused boas.


The turbulent and undisciplined host of art students-
The rigorous deputation from ‘Slade’-
Was before them.


With arms exalted, with fore-arms
Crossed in great futuristic X's, the art students
Exulted, they beheld the splendours of Cleopatra


And the little Millwins beheld these things;
With their large and anaemic eyes they looked out upon
this configuration.


Let us therefore mention the fact,
For it seems to us worthy of record.
441

La Regina Avrillouse

La Regina Avrillouse

Lady of rich allure,
Queen of the spring's embrace,
Your arms are long like boughs of ash,
Mid laugh-broken streams, spirit of rain unsure,
Breath of the poppy flower,
All the wood thy bower
And the hills thy dwelling-place.


This will I no more dream;
Warm is thy arm's allure,
Warm is the gust of breath
That ere thy lips meet mine
Kisseth my cheek and saith:
"This is the joy of earth,
Here is the wine of mirth
Drain ye one goblet sure,


Take ye the honey cup
The honied song raise up,
Drink of the spring's allure,
April and dew and rain;
Brown of the earth sing sure,
Cheeks and lips and hair
And soft breath that kisseth where
Thy lips have come not yet to drink."


Moss and the mold of earth,
These be thy couch of mirth,
Long arms thy boughs of shade
April-alluring, as the blade
Of grass doth catch the dew
And make it crown to hold the sun.
Banner be you
Above my head,
Glory to all wold display'd,
April-alluring, glory-bold.
436

Lament of the Frontier Guard

Lament of the Frontier Guard

By the North Gate, the wind blows full of sand,
Lonely from the beginning of time until now!
Trees fall, the grass goes yellow with autumn.
I climb the towers and towers
to watch out the barbarous land:
Desolate castle, the sky, the wide desert.
There is no wall left to this village.
Bones white with a thousand frosts,
High heaps, covered with trees and grass;
Who brought this to pass?
Who has brought the flaming imperial anger?
Who has brought the army with drums and with kettle-drums?
Barbarous kings.
A gracious spring, turned to blood-ravenous autumn,
A turmoil of wars - men, spread over the middle kingdom,
Three hundred and sixty thousand,
And sorrow, sorrow like rain.
Sorrow to go, and sorrow, sorrow returning,
Desolate, desolate fields,
And no children of warfare upon them,
No longer the men for offence and defence.
Ah, how shall you know the dreary sorrow at the North Gate,
With Rihoku's name forgotten,
And we guardsmen fed to the tigers.


By Rihaku. [Li Po?]
609

Invern

Invern


Earth's winter cometh
And I being part of all
And sith the spirit of all moveth in me
I must needs bear earth's winter
Drawn cold and grey with hours
And joying in a momentary sun,
Lo I am withered with waiting till my spring cometh!
Or crouch covetous of warmth
O'er scant-logged ingle blaze,
Must take cramped joy in tomed Longinus
That, read I him first time
The woods agleam with summer
Or mid desirous winds of spring,
Had set me singing spheres
Or made heart to wander forth among warm roses
Or curl in grass next neath a kindly moon.
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