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Ezra Pound
(1885 - 1972)
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A Girl
The tree has entered my hands,
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A Pact
I make a pact with you, Walt Whitman--
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A Virginal
No, no! Go from me. I have left her lately.
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Alba
As cool as the pale wet leaves
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An Immorality
Sing we for love and idleness,
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Ancient Music
Winter is icummen in,
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Ballad of the Goodly Fere
Simon Zelotes speaketh it somewhile after the Crucifixion
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Before Sleep
The lateral vibrations caress me,
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Canto I
And then went down to the ship,
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Canto XIII
Kung walked
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Canto XLIX
For the seven lakes, and by no man these verses:
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Cino
Bah! I have sung women in three cities,
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E.P. Ode Pour L'election De Son Sepulchre
For three years, out of key with his time,
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Envoi
Go, dumb-born book,
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Epilogue
O chansons foregoing
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Ezra on the Strike
Wal, Thanksgivin' do be comin' round.
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Fan-Piece, For Her Imperial Lord
O fan of white silk,
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Francesca
You came in out of the night
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Further Instructions
Come, my songs, let us express our baser passions.
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Grace Before Song
Lord God of heaven that with mercy dight
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Histrion
No man hath dared to write this thing as yet,
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In a Station of the Metro
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
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In Epitaphium Eius
Servant and singer, Troubador
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In Tempore Senectutis
When I am old
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In the Old Age of the Soul
I do not choose to dream; there cometh on me
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Invern
Earth's winter cometh
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Ione, Dead the Long Year
Empty are the ways,
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Ité
Go, my songs, seek your praise from the young
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L'Art
Green arsenic smeared on an egg-white cloth,
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La Fraisne
For I was a gaunt, grave councilor
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La Regina Avrillouse
Lady of rich allure,
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Lament of the Frontier Guard
By the North Gate, the wind blows full of sand,
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Masks
These tales of old disguisings, are they not
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Meditatio
When I carefully consider the curious habits of dogs
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Na Audiart
Tho thou well dost wish me ill
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Nicotine
Goddess of the murmuring courts,
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Portrait D'une Femme
Your mind and you are our Sargasso Sea,
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Salutation
O generation of the thoroughly smug
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Sestina: Altaforte
Damn it all! all this our South stinks of peace.
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Silet
When I behold how black, immortal ink
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Song
Love thou thy dream
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Song in the Manner of Housman
O woe, woe,
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Song of the Bowmen of Shu
Here we are, picking the first fern-shoots
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Statement of Being
I am a grave poetic hen
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Sub Mare
It is, and is not, I am sane enough,
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The Bath Tub
As a bathtub lined with white porcelain,
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The Encounter
All the while they were talking the new morality
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The Fault of It
Some may have blamed us that we cease to speak
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The Garden
Like a skein of loose silk blown against a wall
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The Garret
Come, let us pity those who are better off than we are.
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The Jewel Stairs' Grievance
The jewelled steps are already quite white with dew,
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The Lake Isle
O God, O Venus, O Mercury, patron of thieves,
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The Logical Conclusion
When earth's last thesis is copied
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The Needle
Come, or the stellar tide will slip away.
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The Plunge
I would bathe myself in strangeness:
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The Return
See, they return; ah, see the tentative
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The River-Merchant's Wife: A Letter
While my hair was still cut straight across my forehead
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The Seafarer
May I for my own self song's truth reckon,
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The Seeing Eye
The small dogs look at the big dogs;
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The Summons
I can not bow to woo thee
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The Tree
I stood still and was a tree amid the wood,
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These Fought in any Case
These fought in any case,
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To the Raphaelite Latinists
Ye fellowship that sing the woods and spring,
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Ts'ai Chi'h
The petals fall in the fountain,
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Villanelle: The Psychological Hour
I had over prepared the event,
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Villonaud for This Yule
Towards the Noel that morte saison
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