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").
Ancora
Good God! They say you are risqué,O canzonetti!We who went out into the four A. M. of the worldComposing our albas,We who shook off our dew with the..
© Ezra Pound
Ballatetta
The light became her grace and dwelt amongBlind eyes and shadows that are formed as men;Lo, how the light doth melt us into song:The broken sunlight..
© Ezra Pound
The Eyes
Rest Master, for we be a-weary, wearyAnd would feel the fingers of the windUpon these lids that lie over usSodden and lead-heavy.Rest brother, for lo..
© Ezra Pound
Alf’s Ninth Bit
Listen, my children, and you shall hearThe midnight activities of Whats-his Name,Scarcely a general now known to fameCan tell you of that famous day..
© Ezra Pound
De Ægypto
I even I, am he who knoweth the roadsThrough the sky, and the wind thereof is my body.I have beheld the Lady of Life,I, even I, who fly with the..
© Ezra Pound
Alf’s Fifth Bit
The pomps of butchery, financial power,Told 'em to die in war, and then to save,Then cut their saving to the half or lower;When will this system lie..
© Ezra Pound
The Rest
O helpless few in my country, remnant enslaved!Artists broken against her,A-stray, lost in the villages,Mistrusted, spoken-against,Lovers of beauty..
© Ezra Pound
The Tea Shop
The girl in the tea shopIs not so beautiful as she was,The August has worn against her.She does not get up the stairs so eagerly;Yes, she also will..
© Ezra Pound
‘phasellus Ille’
1 his papier-mâché, which you see, my friends,Saith 'twas the worthiest of editors.Its mind was made up in 'the seventies',Nor hath it ever since..
© Ezra Pound
And Thus In Nineveh
Aye! I am a poet and upon my tombShall maidens scatter rose leavesAnd men myrtles, ere the nightSlays day with her dark sword.'Lo ! this thing is not..
© Ezra Pound
Alf’s Twelfth Bit
BALLAD FOR THE TIMES' SPECIAL SILVER NUMBERSez the Times a silver liningIs what has set us pining,Montague, Montague!In the season sad and wearyWhen..
© Ezra Pound
To Whistler, American
On the loan exhibit of his paintings at the Tate Gallery.You also, our first great,Had tried all ways;Tested and pried and worked in many..
© Ezra Pound
The Game Of Chess
Red knights, brown bishops, bright queens,Striking the board, falling in strong ‘L's ofcolour.Reaching and striking in angles,holding lines in one..
© Ezra Pound
Arides
The bashful AridesHas married an ugly wife,He was bored with his manner of life,Indifferent and discouraged he thought he might asWell do this as..
© Ezra Pound
Commission
Go, my songs, to the lonely and the unsatisfied,Go also to the nerve-racked, go to the enslaved-by-convention,Bear to them my contempt for their..
© Ezra Pound
Alf’s Fourth Bit
Rudyard the dud yard,Rudyard the false measure,Told 'em that gloryAin't always a pleasure,But said it wuz glorious neverthelessTo lick the boots of..
© Ezra Pound
Ladies
AgathasFour and forty lovers had Agathas in the old days,All of whom she refused;And now she turns to me seeking love,And her hair also is..
© Ezra Pound
Alf’s Eighth Bit
Vex not thou the banker's mind(His what?) with a show of sense,Vex it not, Willie, his mind,Or pierce its pretenceOn the supposition that it everWas..
© Ezra Pound
Alf’s Third Bit
DOLE THE BELL! BELL THE DOLE!Whom can these duds attack?Soapy Sime? Slipp'ry Mac?Naught but a shirt is thereSuch as the fascists wear,Never the man..
© Ezra Pound
Villonaud For This Yule
Towards the Noel that morte saison(Christ make the shepherds' homage dear!)Then when the grey wolves everychoneDrink of the winds their chill..
© Ezra Pound
La Regina Avrillouse
Lady of rich allure,Queen of the spring's embrace,Your arms are long like boughs of ash,Mid laugh-broken streams, spirit of rain unsure,Breath of the..
© Ezra Pound
April
Three spirits came to meAnd drew me apartTo where the olive boughsLay stripped upon the ground:Pale carnage beneath bright mist.
© Ezra Pound
Song In The Manner Of Housman
O woe, woe,People are born and die,We also shall be dead pretty soonTherefore let us act as if we weredead already.The bird sits on the hawthorn..
© Ezra Pound
Quies
This is another of our ancient loves.Pass and be silent, Rullus, for the dayHath lacked a something since this lady passed;Hath lacked a something...
© Ezra Pound
Histrion
No man hath dared to write this thing as yet,And yet I know, how that the souls of all men greatAt times pass athrough us,And we are melted into..
© Ezra Pound