MAUBERLEY (Ezra Pound Poems)
ITurned from the 'eau-fortePar Jaquemart'To the strait headOf Messalina:'His true PenelopeWas Flaubert,'And his toolThe engraver's.Firmness,Not the full smile,His art, but ...
ITurned from the 'eau-fortePar Jaquemart'To the strait headOf Messalina:'His true PenelopeWas Flaubert,'And his toolThe engraver's.Firmness,Not the full smile,His art, but ...
It is May, and the moon leans down at nightOver a blossomy land;Leans from her window a lady white,With her ...
Now the grey mist comes creeping upFrom the waste ocean's weedy strandAnd fills the valley, as a cupIf filled of ...
YES--kiss my forehead where the pain Is grinding outwards from my brain! But will not pity teach you, too, To ...
Bearing two crystal goblets in her hands To a philosopher an Angel came:One wine shone clear as water o'er ...
Unto the central height of purple Rome,— The crown of martyrdom,Set as a heart within the passionate plain Of triumph ...
Rich meanings of the prophet-Spring adorn, Unseen, this colourless sky of folded showers, And folded winds; no blossom in the ...
Out of their slumber Europeans spunDense dreams: appeasements, miracle, glimpsed flashOf a new golden era; but could not restrainThe vertical ...
Strong sun, that bleachThe curtains of my room, can you not renderColourless this dress I wear?—This violent plaidOf purple angers ...
Field flowers and breathing minstrelsy, farewell!The rose is colourless and withering fast,Sweet Philomel her song forgets to swell,And Summer's rich ...
One night i'th' year, my dearest Beauties, come, And bring those dew-drink-offerings to my tomb; When thence ye see my ...
The day is turning ghost, And scuttles from the kalendar in fits and furtively, To join the anonymous host Of ...
In a slow drawn focus the concrete blocks that prop up my view of the sky morph soft and easy ...
It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, ...
So all day long the noise of battle roll'd Among the mountains by the winter sea; Until King Arthur's table, ...
That story which the bold Sir Bedivere, First made and latest left of all the knights, Told, when the man ...
That story which the bold Sir Bedivere, First made and latest left of all the knights, Told, when the man ...
At the chill high tide of the night, At the turn of the fluctuant hours, When the waters of time ...
I'm just a mediocre man Of no high-brow pretence; A comfortable life I plan With care and commonsense. I do ...
Pray but one prayer for me 'twixt thy closed lips, Think but one thought of me up in the stars. ...
Strong sun, that bleach The curtains of my room, can you not render Colourless this dress I wear?- This violent ...
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