Ezra Pound Poems (146 Poems)
A Villonaud: Ballad Of The Gibbet (Ezra Pound Poems)
SCENE: ‘En ce bourdel ou tenons nostre estat.’ It being remembered that there were six of us with Master Villon, whenthat expecting presently lo be hanged he writ a ballad whereof ye know: ‘Freres humains qui apres nous vivez.’ Drink … Continue reading
Alf’s Ninth Bit (Ezra Pound Poems)
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 and year. When feeble Mr. Asquith, getting old,The destinies of England were almost soldTo a Welsh … Continue reading
Alf’s Eighth Bit (Ezra Pound Poems)
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 other, or that this cheerful giverWill give, save to the blind. Come not anear the … Continue reading
Alf’s Fifth Bit (Ezra Pound Poems)
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 down in its grave? The pomps of Fleet St., festering year on year,Hid … Continue reading
Alf’s Sixth Bit (Ezra Pound Poems)
Let some new lying ass,Who knows not what is or was,Talk economics,Pay for his witless noise,Get the kid nice new toys,Call him ‘professor’. Lies from the specialistGive t’old ones a newer twistHarder to untie.Here comes the hired gangBlood on each … Continue reading
Alf’s Seventh Bit (Ezra Pound Poems)
Did I ‘ear it ‘arf in a doze:The Co-ops was a goin’ somewhere,Did I ‘ear it while pickin’ ‘ops;How they better start takin’ care, That the papers were gettin’ togetherAnd the larger stores were likewiseConsidering something that would, as youMight … Continue reading
A Ballad Of The Mulberry Road (Ezra Pound Poems)
The sun rises in south east corner of thingsTo look on the tall house of the ShinFor they have a daughter named Rafu,(pretty girl)She made the name for herself: ‘Gauze Veil,’For she feeds mulberries to silkworms.She gets them by the … Continue reading
Alf’s Twelfth Bit (Ezra Pound Poems)
BALLAD FOR THE TIMES’ SPECIAL SILVER NUMBER Sez the Times a silver liningIs what has set us pining,Montague, Montague! In the season sad and wearyWhen our minds are very bleary,Montague, Montague! There is Sir Hen. DeterdingHis phrases interlarding,Montague, Montague! With … Continue reading
‘Phasellus Ille’ (Ezra Pound Poems)
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Alf’s Tenth Bit (Ezra Pound Poems)
WIND Scarce and thin, scarce and thinThe government’s excuse,Never at all will they doAught of the slightest use.Over the dying half-wits blow,Over the empty-headed, and the slowMarchers, not getting forwarder,While Ramsay MacDonald sleeps, sleeps. Fester and rot, fester and rot,And … Continue reading
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