Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
Marvoil
A poor clerk I, 'Arnaut the less' they call me,And because I have small mind to sitDay long, long day cooped on a stoolA-jumbling o' figures for..
© Ezra Pound
Song Of The Six Hundred M.P.'s
‘We are 'ere met togetherin this momentous hower,Ter lick th' bankers' dirty bootsan' keep the Bank in power.’We are 'ere met togetherter grind the..
© Ezra Pound
Phyllidula
Phyllidula is scrawny but amorous,Thus have the gods awarded her,That in pleasure she receives more than she can give;If she does not count this..
© Ezra Pound
Sennin Poem By Kakuhaku
The red and green kingfishersflash between the orchids and clover,One bird casts its gleam on another.Green vines hang through the high forest,They..
© Ezra Pound
Dieu! Qu'Il La Fait
FROM CHARLES D'ORLEANSGod! that mad'st her well regard her,How she is so fair and bonny;For the great charms that are upon herReady are all folks to..
© Ezra Pound
ßìýñññù (Greek Title)
Thy soulGrown delicate with satieties,Atthis.O Atthis,I long for thy lips.I long for thy narrow breasts,Thou restless, ungathered.
© Ezra Pound
M. Pom-Pom
M. Pom-POM allait en guerrePer vendere cannoniMon beau grand frèreNe peut plus voirPer vendere cannoni.M. Pom-POM est au sénatPer vendere cannoniPour..
© Ezra Pound
Horae Beatae Inscripto
How will this beauty, when I am far hence,Sweep back upon me and engulf my mind!How will these hours, when we twain are gray,Turned in their sapphire..
© Ezra Pound
Homage To Sextus Propertius - Xi
1The harsh acts of your levity!Many and many.I am hung here, a scare-crow for lovers.2Escape! There is, O Idiot, no escape,Flee if you like into..
© Ezra Pound
Prayer For His Lady’s Life
FROM PROPERTIUS, ELEGIAE, LIB. III, 26Here let thy clemency, Persephone, hold firm,Do thou, Pluto, bring here no greater harshness.So many thousand..
© Ezra Pound
In Exitum Cuiusdam
On a certain one's departure‘Time's bitter flood'! Oh, that's all very well,But where's the old friend hasn't fallen off,Or slacked his hand-grip..
© Ezra Pound
Near Perigord
IYou'd have men's hearts up from the dustAnd tell their secrets, Messire Cino,Rigkt enough? Then read between the lines of Uc St. Circ,Solve me the..
© Ezra Pound
Homage To Sextus Propertius - Ii
I had been seen in the shade, recumbent on cushioned Helicon,The water dripping from Bellerophon's horse,Alba, your kings, and the realm your..
© Ezra Pound
Homage To Sextus Propertius - Iv
DIFFERENCE OF OPINION WITHLYGDAMUSTell me the truths which you hear of our constant young lady,Lygdamus,And may the bought yoke of a mistress lie..
© Ezra Pound
Leave-Taking Near Shoku
They say the roads of Sanso are steep,Sheer as the mountains.The walls rise in a man's face,Clouds grow out of the hillat his horse's bridle.Sweet..
© Ezra Pound
Our Contemporaries
When the Taihaitian princessHeard that he had decided,She rushed out into the sunlight and swarmed up acocoanut palm tree,But he returned to this..
© Ezra Pound
Praise Of Ysolt
In vain have I striven,to teach my heart to bow;In vain have I said to him'There be many singers greater than thou'.But his answer cometh, as winds..
© Ezra Pound
The House Of Splendour
‘Tis Evanoe's,A house not made with hands,But out somewhere beyond the worldly waysHer gold is spread, above, around, inwoven;Strange ways and walls..
© Ezra Pound
Ole Kate
When I was only a youngster,Sing: toodle doodlede ootlOle Kate would git her 'arf a pintAnd wouldn't' giv' a damn hoot.'Them stairs! them stairs..
© Ezra Pound
Na Audiart
Though thou well dost wish me illAudiart, Audiart,Where thy bodice laces startAs ivy fingers clutching throughIts crevices,Audiart, Audiart,Stately..
© Ezra Pound
Planh For The Young English King
If all the grief and woe and bitterness,All dolour, ill and every evil chanceThat ever came upon this grieving worldWere set together they would seem..
© Ezra Pound
Piere Vidal Old
When I but think upon the great dead daysAnd turn my mind upon that splendid madness,Lo! I do curse my strengthAnd blame the sun his gladness;For..
© Ezra Pound
Brennbaum
The sky-like limpid eyes,The circular infant's face,The stiffness from spats to collarNever relaxing into grace;The heavy memories of Horeb, Sinai..
© Ezra Pound
La Fraisne
For I was a gaunt, grave councillorBeing in all things wise, and very old,But I have put aside this folly and the coldThat old age weareth for a..
© Ezra Pound