Poems by Ezra Pound
Au Jardin
... ' Did he so? Well, there's no use your loving me ...
Of Jacopo Del Sellaio
... And here's the thing that lasts the whole thing out: ...
Leave-Taking Near Shoku
... Sweet trees are on the paved way of the Shin, ...
Black Slippers: Bellotti
... ' The gurgling Italian lady on the other side of the ...
Homage To Sextus Propertius - IX
... lope, and Tyro, and Pasiphae, and the formal girls of Achaia, ...
Alfs Ninth Bit
... And where he once set foot, right there he stayed ...
Planh For The Young English King
... There where there is no grief, nor shall be sadness ...
On His Own Face In A Glass
... O ribald company, O saintly host, ...
The Eyes
... Rest brother, for lo ! the dawn is without ! ...
Piere Vidal Old
... madness, Behold me shrivelled as an old oak's trunk ...
Pan Is Dead
... 'There is no summer in the leaves, ...
South-Folk In Cold Country
... Sea sun. Flying snow bewilders the barbarian heaven ...
An Object
... Hath set acquaintance where might be affections, ...
Satiemus
... And if thou knew'st I knew them wouldst thou speak ...
April
... Pale carnage beneath bright mist ...
