Time poems

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The Bandaged Shoulder

© Constantine Cavafy

He said that he had hurt himself on a wall or that he had fallen.
But there was probably another reason
for the wounded and bandaged shoulder.

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Darius

© Constantine Cavafy

But he is interrupted by his servant who enters
running, and announces the portendous news.
The war with the Romans has begun.
The bulk of our army has crossed the borders.

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Hidden Things

© Constantine Cavafy

Let them not seek to discover who I was
from all that I have done and said.
An obstacle was there that transformed
the deeds and the manner of my life.

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Since Nine O'Clock

© Constantine Cavafy

Half past twelve. Time has gone by quickly
since nine o'clock when I lit the lamp
and sat down here. I've been sitting without reading,
without speaking. Completely alone in the house,
whom could I talk to?

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An Old Man

© Constantine Cavafy

At the back of the noisy café
bent over a table sits an old man;
a newspaper in front of him, without company.

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Ithaka

© Constantine Cavafy

And if you find her poor, Ithaka won't have fooled you.
Wise as you will have become, so full of experience,
you'll have understood by then what these Ithakas mean.

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Exiles

© Constantine Cavafy

It goes on being Alexandria still. Just walk a bit
along the straight road that ends at the Hippodrome
and you'll see palaces and monuments that will amaze you.
Whatever war-damage it's suffered,

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All or Nothing

© Siddharth Anand

All or Nothing
The final race. the final decision
All disgrace or fortune all
Either I fall or I stand tall;

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Soulstrong;/breakaway

© Siddharth Anand

Abandon the past
Throw away the baggage
Suffer no more. avast(stop now)

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Reveille

© Primo Levi

Now we have found our homes again,
Our bellies are full,
We're through telling the story.
It's time. Soon we'll hear again
The strange command:
'Wstawac'

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Invern

© Ezra Pound

Earth's winter cometh
And I being part of all
And sith the spirit of all moveth in me
I must needs bear earth's winter

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Historion

© Ezra Pound

No man hath dared to write this thing as yet,
And yet I know, how that the souls of all men great
At times pass athrough us,
And we are melted into them, and are not

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Lament of the Frontier Guard

© Ezra Pound

By the North Gate, the wind blows full of sand,
Lonely from the beginning of time until now!
Trees fall, the grass goes yellow with autumn.
I climb the towers and towers

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Villanelle: The Psychological Hour

© Ezra Pound

I had over prepared the event,
that much was ominous.
With middle-ageing care
I had laid out just the right books.
I had almost turned down the pages.

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The Lake Isle

© Ezra Pound

O God, O Venus, O Mercury, patron of thieves,
Lend me a little tobacco-shop,
or install me in any profession
Save this damn'd profession of writing,
where one needs one's brains all the time.

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Silet

© Ezra Pound

When I behold how black, immortal ink
Drips from my deathless pen - ah, well-away!
Why should we stop at all for what I think?
There is enough in what I chance to say.

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from "Hugh Selwyn Mauberly"

© Ezra Pound

For three years, out of key with his time,
He strove to resuscitate the dead art
Of poetry; to maintain "the sublime"
In the old scene.Wrong from the start--

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Hugh Selwyn Mauberly (Part I)

© Ezra Pound

For three years, out of key with his time,
He strove to resuscitate the dead art
Of poetry; to maintain "the sublime"
In the old sense. Wrong from the start --

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Canto XIII

© Ezra Pound

And they said: If a man commit murder
Should his father protect him, and hide him?
And Kung said:
He should hide him.

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E.P. Ode Pour L'election De Son Sepulchre

© Ezra Pound

For three years, out of key with his time,
He strove to resuscitate the dead art
Of poetry; to maintain "the sublime"
In the old sense. Wrong from the start--