Ezra Pound›Poezii

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

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

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

I do not choose to dream; there cometh on me Some strange old lust for deeds. As to the nerveless hand of some old warrior The sword-hilt or the

These tales of old disguisings, are they not Strange myths of souls that found themselves among Unwonted folk that spake an hostile tongue, Some

Luini în porțelan! Pianul cu coadă Scoate-un protest profan Cu-ascuțit glas clar. Orbitor cap răsare Din rochia galben-aurie Ca Anadyomene-n

Ochii limpezi cum e cerul, Chipul de prunc, rotund, Scrobit de la ghetre la guler Pururea de har nedezmierdat; Apăsătoarele-amintiri de pe

Ochi negri, O, doamnă din visu-mi, În sandale de fildeș, Pereche nu ai între dănțuitoare, Nu-s glezne mai iuți. Nu te-am aflat în

I Întorcând ochii de la \"eau-forte Par Jacquemart\" La asprul chip Al Mesalinei: \"Adevărata-i Penelopă A fost Flaubert\", Și unealta

O woe, woe, People are born and die, We also shall be dead pretty soon Therefore let us act as if we were dead already. The bird sits on

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

“The Summons” By Ezra Pound “I can not bow to woo thee With honey words and flower kisses And the dew of sweet half-truths Fallen on the

Like a skien of loose silk blown against a wall She walks by the railing of a path in Kensington Gardens, And she is dying piece-meal of

Thou that art sweeter than all orchards\' breath And clearer than the sun gleam after rain Thou that savest my soul\'s self from death As

You came in out of the night and there were flowers in your hands, now you will come out of a confusion of people, out of a turmoil of speech

While my hair was still cut straight across my forehead I played about the front gate, pulling flowers. You came by on bamboo stilts, playing

O Chansons foregoing You were a seven days\' wonder. When you came out in the magazines You created considerable stir in Chicago, And now you

It is, and is not, I am sane enough, Since you have come this place has hovered round me, This fabrication built of autumn roses, Then there\'s a

I can not bow to woo thee With honey words and flower kisses And the dew of sweet half-truths Fallen on the grass of old quaint love-tales Of

A Hymn to the Dope Goddess of the murmuring courts, Nicotine, my Nicotine, Houri of the mystic sports, trailing-robed in gabardine, Gliding

Empty are the ways, Empty are the ways of this land And the flowers Bend over with heavy heads. They bend in vain. Empty are the ways of