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