Histrion by Ezra Pound No man hath dared to write this th And yet I know, how that the soul At times pass athrough us, And we are melted into them, and a Save reflexions of their souls.
De Ãgypto by Ezra Pound I even I, am he who knoweth the r Through the sky, and the wind ther I have beheld the Lady of Life, I, even I, who fly with the swall Green and gray is her raiment,
The Ways Are Green by Ezra Pound The ways are green with the gladde Of the young year’s fairest daught O, the shadows that fleet o’er the O, the magic of running water! The spirit of spring is in every t
While the West Is Paling by Ezra Pound While the west is paling Starshine is begun. While the dusk is failing Glimmers up the sun. So, till darkness cover
N. Y. by Ezra Pound My City, my beloved, my white! Ah Listen! Listen to me, and I will Delicately upon the reed, attend m Now do I know that I am mad, For here are a million people surl
Yeux Glauques by Ezra Pound Gladstone was still respected, When John Ruskin produced ‘King’s Treasuries’; Swinburne And Rossetti still abused. Foetid Buchanan lifted up his voi
Coitus by Ezra Pound The gilded phaloi of the crocuses are thrusting at the spring air. Here is there naught of dead gods But a procession of festival, A procession, Giulio Romano,
We Flash Across the Level by Ezra Pound We flash across the level. We thunder thro’ the bridges. We bicker down the cuttings. We sway along the ridges. A rush of streaming hedges,
E.P. Ode Pour L’Election De Son Sepulchre by Ezra Pound For three years, out of key with h He strove to resuscitate the dead Of poetry; to maintain “the sublim In the old sense. Wrong from the No, hardly, but seeing he had been
The Song of the Sword—To Rudyard Kipling by Ezra Pound The Sword Singing - The voice of the Sword from the h Clanging imperious Forth from Time’s battlements