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Ezra Pound
Ezra Pound

Arides

Arides


The bashful Arides
Has married an ugly wife,
He was bored with his manner of life,
Indifferent and discouraged he thought he might as …

483
Ezra Pound
Ezra Pound

Au Jardin

Au Jardin

O you away high there,
you that lean
From amber lattices upon the cobalt night,
I am below amid the pine trees,
Amid the little pin…

483
Ezra Pound
Ezra Pound

Apparuit

Apparuit


Golden rose the house, in the portal I saw
thee, a marvel, carven in subtle stuff, a
portent. Life died down in the lamp and flickered,

550
Ezra Pound
Ezra Pound

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 swor…

476
Ezra Pound
Ezra Pound

Ancient Music

Ancient Music

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

362
Ezra Pound
Ezra Pound

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 sh…

505
Ezra Pound
Ezra Pound

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, Montag…

484
Ezra Pound
Ezra Pound

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 i…

473
Ezra Pound
Ezra Pound

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' ca…

483
Ezra Pound
Ezra Pound

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 u…

464
Ezra Pound
Ezra Pound

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 …

436
Ezra Pound
Ezra Pound

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 yo…

433
Ezra Pound
Ezra Pound

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 whit…

371
Ezra Pound
Ezra Pound

A Virginal

A Virginal

No, no! Go from me. I have left her lately.
I will not spoil my sheath with lesser brightness,
For my surrounding air hath a new lightness;

441
Ezra Pound
Ezra Pound

A Song Of The Degrees

A Song Of The Degrees

I
Rest me with Chinese colours,
For I think the glass is evil.


II
The wind moves above the wheat-
With…

595
Ezra Pound
Ezra Pound

A Girl

A Girl

The tree has entered my hands,
The sap has ascended my arms,
The tree has grown in my breast -
Downward,
The branches grow out of me, l…

723
Ezra Pound
Ezra Pound

‘Phasellus Ille’

‘Phasellus Ille’

1 his papier-mâché, which you see, my friends,
Saith 'twas the worthiest of editors.
Its mind was made up in 'the seventies',
Nor …

480
Ezra Pound
Ezra Pound

[Greek]

[Greek]


Be in me as the eternal moods
of the bleak wind, and not
As transient things are—
gaiety of flowers.
Have me in the strong lone…

457
Emily Jane Brontë
Emily Jane Brontë

To Imagination

To Imagination

When weary with the long day's care,
And earthly change from pain to pain,
And lost and ready to despair,
Thy kind voice calls me ba…

260
Emily Jane Brontë
Emily Jane Brontë

Well Hast Thou spoke

Well Hast Thou spoke

Well hast thou spoken, and yet not taught
A feeling strange or new;
Thou hast but roused a latent thought,
A cloud-closed beam…

255
Emily Jane Brontë
Emily Jane Brontë

The Visionary

The Visionary

Silent is the house: all are laid asleep:
One alone looks out o’er the snow-wreaths deep,
Watching every cloud, dreading every breeze

236
Emily Jane Brontë
Emily Jane Brontë

The Wind was Rough which Tore

The Wind was Rough which Tore

The wind was rough which tore
That leaf from its parent tree
The fate was cruel which bore
The withering corpse to me…

215
Emily Jane Brontë
Emily Jane Brontë

The Sun Has Set

The Sun Has Set

The sun has set, and the long grass now
Waves dreamily in the evening wind;
And the wild bird has flown from that old gray stone
In…

219
Emily Jane Brontë
Emily Jane Brontë

The Prisoner

The Prisoner

Still let my tyrants know, I am not doomed to wear
Year after year in gloom and desolate despair;
A messenger of Hope comes every night to m…

369