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, like

The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet, black bough. From \"Poems of Lustra\", 1913

Apariția acestor fețe în mulțime; Petale pe-o neagră, umedă creangă.

I make a pact with you, Walt Whitman-- I have detested you long enough. I come to you as a grown child Who has had a pig-headed father; I

Doamna acesta-n halat alb de baie căreia-i spune peignoir E în clipa de față amanta prietenului meu Și gingașele piciorușe-ale cățelușului ei

For the seven lakes, and by no man these verses: Rain; empty river; a voyage, Fire from frozen cloud, heavy rain in the twilight Under the cabin

O Fan of white silk, clear as frost on the grass-blade, You also are laid aside. From \"Poems of Lustra\", 1913

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

For the Marriage in Cana of Galilee Dark-eyed, O woman of my dreams, Ivory sandalled, There is none like thee among the dancers, None with

Stam liniștită și eram copac în pădure, Adevărul știindu-li-l celor nevăzute înainte; Lui Dafne și crengii de laur Bătrânei perechi ce ospătat-a

Go, my songs, seek your praise from the young and from the intolerant, Move among the lovers of perfection alone. Seek ever to stand in

Ama il tuo sogno Ogni inferiore amore disprezzando, Il vento ama Ed accorgiti qui Che sogni solo possono veramente essere, perciò in sogno a

As cool as the pale wet leaves of lily-of-the-valley She lay beside me in the dawn. From "Poems of Lustra", 1913

Green arsenic smeared on an egg-white cloth, Crushed strawberries! Come, let us feast our eyes. From \"Poems of Lustra\", 1913

You came in out of the night And there were flowers in your hand, Now you will come out of a confusion of people, Out of a turmoil of speech

Sii in me come l\'eterno corruccio del vento gelido, e non come sono le cose fuggitive.... allegrezza di fiori. Tienimi nella forte

“Cino” By Ezra Pound “Bah! I have sung women in three cities, But it is all the same; And I will sing of the sun. Lips, words, and you

Child of the grass The years pass Above us Shadows of air All these shall Love us Winds for our fellows The browns and the yellows Of

For three years, out of key with his time, He strove to resuscitate the dead art Of poetry; to maintain \"the sublime\" In the old scene. Wrong

Tre spirito mi si fecero incontro e mi trassero in disparte in un luogo dove i rami d\'ulivo giacevano spogli al suolo: pallida strage sotto una

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, caught at

Venivi innanzi uscendo dalla notte recavi fiori in mano, ora uscirai da una folla confusa, da un tumulto di parole intorno a te. Io che ti

And the days are not full enough And the nights are not full enough And life slips by like a field mouse Not shaking the grass

And then went down to the ship, Set keel to breakers, forth on the godly sea, and We set up mast and sail on tha swart ship, Bore sheep aboard