Translations And Adaptations From Heine (Ezra Pound Poems)
FROM 'DIE HEIMKEHR'IIs your hate, then, of such measure?Do you, truly, so detest me?Through all the world will I complainOf ...
FROM 'DIE HEIMKEHR'IIs your hate, then, of such measure?Do you, truly, so detest me?Through all the world will I complainOf ...
John Brown and Jeanne at Fontainebleau- 'Twas Toussaint, just a year ago; Crimson and copper was the glow Of all ...
I. PEACE to the odalisque, the facile slave, Whose unrespective love rewards the brave, Or cherishes the coward; she who ...
In the land of Tao-chouMany of the people are dwarfs;The tallest of them never grow to more than three feet.They ...
Love, show thine eyes, thy stature infinite; Thou child of ...
In fear and trembling, I think I would fulfill my lifeOnly if I brought myself to make a public confessionRevealing ...
Labor with what zeal we will, Something still remains undone, Something uncompleted still Waits the rising of the sun. By ...
The Atlantic is a stormy moat; and the Mediterranean, The blue pool in the old garden, More than five thousand ...
THE tale of the Count our glad song shall record Who had in this castle his dwelling, Where now ye ...
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun, And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run; There ...
Our wounds to time, from all the other times, sea-times slow, the times of galaxies fleeing, the dwarfs' dead times, ...
She holds the whalebone up to the light until it silhouettes - a black chunk of skeleton, hugged by our ...
In the outskirts of the village On the river's winding shores Stand the Occidental plane-trees, Stand the ancient sycamores. One ...
Now warm with ministerial ire, Fierce sallied forth our loyal 'Squire, And on his striding steps attends His desperate clan ...
after Susan Thomas Truth is, my life was no fairytale, that afternoon, I lay, a smiling corpse under a glass ...
'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound' Said Ida; 'let us ...
Morn in the wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose, and each by ...
Ah! happy he, upon whose birth each god Looks down in love, whose earliest sleep the bright Idalia cradles, whose ...
No matter what life you lead the virgin is a lovely number: cheeks as fragile as cigarette paper, arms and ...
In fear and trembling, I think I would fulfill my life Only if I brought myself to make a public ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
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