Poems by Ezra Pound
The Bath-Tub
... O my much praised but-not-altogether-satisfactory lady ...
Dance Figure
... Their music about thee! There is none like thee among the dancers ...
Nicotine
... Deck the high road to thy feetAs were Godiva's coming fated ...
Song of the Bowmen of Shu
... Our defence is not yet made sure, no one can let his friend return ...
Taking Leave of a Friend
... And go out through a thousand miles of dead grass ...
Song in the Manner of Housman
... dead already.The bird sits on the hawthorn tree ...
The Plunge
... Do I not loathe all walls, streets, stones, ...
Ballad for Gloom
... But lo, this thing is best: To love your God as a gallant foe that plays behind the veil ...
In the Old Age of the Soul
... Grown old with namy a hither-coming and hence-going - ...
Tame Cat
... Even though we talk nothing but nonsense,The purring of the invisible antennae ...
Hugh Selwyn Mauberly (Part I)
... Adulteries."Siena Mi Fe', Disfecemi Maremma" Among the pickled ftuses and bottled bones, ...
Villonaud for This Yule
... (Skoal! with the dregs if the clear be gone!) ...
Statement of Being
... And then gum on a shell of form ...
Grace Before Song
... Grant so my songs to this grey folk may be:As drops that dream and gleam and falling catch the sun ...
Francesca
... I would that the cool waves might flow over my mind, ...
