Famam Librosque Cano by Ezra Pound Your songs? Oh! The little mothers Will sing them in the twilight, And when the night Shrinketh the kiss of the dawn
Villanelle by Ezra Pound A dainty thing’s the Villanelle. Sly, musical, a jewel in rhyme, It serves its purpose passing well A doublc-clappered silver bell That must be made to clink in chim
The Needle by Ezra Pound Come, or the stellar tide will sli Eastward avoid the hour of its dec Now! for the needle trembles in my Here we have had our vantage, the Here we have had our day, your day
Near Perigord by Ezra Pound You’d have men’s hearts up from th And tell their secrets, Messire C Rigkt enough? Then read between t Solve me the riddle, for you know Bertrans, En Bertrans, left a fin
The Altar by Ezra Pound Let us build here an exquisite fri The flame, the autumn, and the gre Fought out their strife here, ’tis Where these have been, meet ’tis,
Fan-Piece, for Her Imperial Lord by Ezra Pound O Fan of white silk, clear as frost on the grass—blade, You also are laid aside.
The Flame by Ezra Pound ‘Tis not a game that plays at ma Provençe knew; ’Tis not a game of barter, lands a Provençe knew. We who are wise beyond your dream
Tempora by Ezra Pound Io! Io! Tamuz! The Dryad staiids in my court-yar With plaintive, querulous crying. (Tamuz. Io! Tamuz!) Oh, no, she is not crying: ‘Tamuz
Song of the Bowmen of Shu by Ezra Pound Here we are, picking the first fer And saying: When shall we get bac Here we are because we have the K We have no comfort because of thes We grub the soft fern—shoots,
Why, my Heart, Do We Love Her So? by Ezra Pound Why, my heart, do we love her so? (Geraldine, Geraldine!) Why does the great sea ebb and flo Why does the round world spin? Geraldine, Geraldine,
