Ezra Pound›Poezii

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

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

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

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

Sing we for love and idleness, Naught else is worth the having. Though I have been in many a land, There is naught else in living. And I

Wal, Thanksgivin\' do be comin\' round. With the price of turkeys on the bound, And coal, by gum! Thet were just found, Is surely gettin\'

Winter is icummen in, Lhude sing Goddamm. Raineth drop and staineth slop, And how the wind doth ramm! Sing: Goddamm. Skiddeth bus and

Come, let us pity those who are better off than we are. come, my friend, and remember that the rich have butlers and no friends, And we have

Your mind and you are our Sargasso Sea, London has swept about you this score years And bright ships left you this or that in fee: Ideas,

I am a grave poetic hen That lays poetic eggs And to enhance my temperament A little quiet begs. We make the yolk philosophy, True beauty

When earth\'s last thesis is copied From the theses that went before, When idea from fact has departed And bare-boned factlets shall

O God, O Venus, O Mercury, patron of thieves, Give me in due time, I beseech you, a little tobacco-shop, With the little bright boxes

As a bathtub lined with white porcelain, When the hot water gives out or goes tepid, So is the slow cooling of our chivalrous passion, O my

Some may have blamed us that we cease to speak Of things we spoke of in our verses early, Saying: a lovely voice is such as such; Saying: that

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

The small dogs look at the big dogs; They observe unwieldy dimensions And curious imperfections of odor. Here is the formal male group: The

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

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

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

When I carefully consider the curious habits of dogs I am compelled to conclude That man is the superior animal. When I consider the curious

Like a skein 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 a sort

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