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").
Provincia Deserta
At Rochecoart,Where the hills partin three ways,And three valleys, full of winding roads,Fork out to south and north,There is a place of trees . . ...
© Ezra Pound
South-Folk In Cold Country
The Dai horse neighs against the bleak wind of Etsu,The birds of Etsu have no love for En, in the north,Emotion is born out of habit.Yesterday we..
© Ezra Pound
The Patterns
Erinna is a model parent,Her children have never discovered her adulteries.Lalage is also a model parent,Her offspring are fat and happy.
© Ezra Pound
Image From D'Orleans
Young men riding in the streetIn the bright new seasonSpur without reasonCausing their steeds to leap.And at the pace they keepTheir horses' armoured..
© Ezra Pound
Coitus
The gilded phaloi of the crocusesare thrusting at the spring air.Here is there naught of dead godsBut a procession of festival,A procession, Giulio..
© Ezra Pound
Homage To Sextus Propertius - V
1Now if ever it is time to cleanse Helicon;to lead Emathian horses afield,And to name over the census of my chiefs in the Roman camp.If I have not..
© Ezra Pound
The Three Poets
Candidia has taken a new loverAnd three poets are gone into mourning.The first has written a long elegy to 'Chloris',To 'Chloris chaste and cold,'..
© Ezra Pound
In Durance
(1907)1 am homesick after mine own kind,Oh I know that there are folk about me, friendly faces,But I am homesick after mine own kind.'These sell our..
© Ezra Pound
The Condolence
O my fellow sufferers, songs of my youth,A lot of asses praise you because you are 'virile',We, you, I! We are 'Red Bloods'!Imagine it, my fellow..
© Ezra Pound
Phanopoeia
IROSE WHITE, YELLOW, SILVERThe swirl of light follows me through the square,The smoke of incenseMounts from the four horns of my bed-posts,The..
© Ezra Pound
Donna Mi Prega
Because a lady asks me, I would tellOf an affect that comes often and is fellAnd is so overweening; Love by name.E'en its deniers can now hear the..
© Ezra Pound
N. Y.
My City, my beloved, my white! Ah, slender,Listen! Listen to me, and I will breathe into thee a soul.Delicately upon the reed, attend me!Now do I..
© Ezra Pound
Safe And Sound
My name is Nunty CormorantAnd my finance is sound,I lend you Englishmen hot airAt one and three the pound.I lend you Englishmen hot airAnd I get all..
© Ezra Pound
Women Before A Shop
The gew-gaws of false amber and false turquoise attract them.'Like to like nature': these agglutinous yellows!
© Ezra Pound
Moeurs Contemporaines
IMr. Styrax 1Mr. Hecatomb Styrax, the owner of a large estate and of large muscles,A 'blue' and a climber of mountains, has married at the age of..
© Ezra Pound
Surgit Fama
There is a truce among the gods,Kore is seen in the NorthSkirting the blue-gray seaIn gilded and russet mantle.The corn has again it's mother and..
© Ezra Pound
The City Of Choan
The phoenix are at play on their terrace.The phoenix are gone, the river Hows on alone.Flowers and grassCover over the dark pathwhere lay the..
© Ezra Pound
The Cloak
Thou keep'st thy rose-leafTill the rose-time will be over,Think'st thou that Death will kiss thee?Think'st thou that the Dark HouseWill find thee..
© Ezra Pound
Mr. Nixon
In the cream gilded cabin of his steam yachtMr. Nixon advised me kindly, to advance with fewerDangers of delay. 'ConsiderCarefully the reviewer.'I..
© Ezra Pound
Coda
O My songs,Why do you look so eagerly and so curiously intopeople's faces,Will you find your lost dead among them?
© Ezra Pound
Langue D'Oc
AlbaWhen the nightingale to his mateSings day-long and night lateMy love and I keep stateIn bower,In flower,''Till the watchman on the towerCry:'Up!..
© Ezra Pound
The Tomb At Akr Çaar
‘I am thy soul, Nikoptis. I have watchedThese five millennia, and thy dead eyesMoved not, nor ever answer my desire,And thy light limbs, wherethrough..
© Ezra Pound
Society
The family position was waning,And on this account the little Aurelia,Who had laughed on eighteen summers,Now bears the palsied contact of Phidippus.
© Ezra Pound
Dans Un Omnibus De Londres
Les yeux d'une morteM'ont salué,Enchassés dans un visage stupideDont tous les autres traits étaient banals,Ils m'ont saluéEt alors je vis bien des..
© Ezra Pound
Night Litany
O Dieu, purifiez nos cceurs!Purifiez nos coeurs !Yea the lines hast thou laid unto mein pleasant places,And the beauty of this thy Venicehast thou..
© Ezra Pound