THE POETRY ARCHIVES @ eMule.com PRINT CLOSE

Author Picture

Ezra Pound

(1885 - 1972)

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