Homage To Sextus Propertius – IV (Ezra Pound Poems)
DIFFERENCE OF OPINION WITHLYGDAMUSTell me the truths which you hear of our constant young lady,Lygdamus,And may the bought yoke of ...
DIFFERENCE OF OPINION WITHLYGDAMUSTell me the truths which you hear of our constant young lady,Lygdamus,And may the bought yoke of ...
I dance upon the wash-house roof, And fill my hair with straws,And from my fellows keep aloof. I'll tell you ...
Heat urges secret odors from the grass.Blunting the edge of silence, crickets shrill.Wings veer: inane needles of light, and pass.Laced ...
Aloft on footless levels of the night A pilot thunders through the desolate stars, Sees in the misty deep a ...
The big teetotum twirls, And epochs wax and wane As chance subsides or swirls; But of the loss and gain ...
For every bird there is this last migration; Once more the cooling year kindles her heart; With a warm passage ...
When mid-autumn's moan shook the night-time, And sedges were horny, And summer's green wonderwork faltered On leaze and in lane, ...
(roundel: variation of the rondeau consisting of three stanzas of three lines each, linked together with but two rhymes and ...
Feeble knats Buzzing in my classroom Inane questions Blank looks On doe-like faces Frozen in time By my knowledge Unable ...
I am THE SEX GODDESS OF THE WESTERN HEMISPHERE so don't mess with me I've got a big bag full ...
I OBSERVE: "Our sentimental friend the moon! Or possibly (fantastic, I confess) It may be Prester John's balloon Or an ...
The other day I listened to a man on the radio who made uncommon common sense, 'specially since it was ...
Ware, nor of good nor ill, what aim hath act? Without its climax, death, what savour hath Life? an impeccable ...
Ware, nor of good nor ill, what aim hath act? Without its climax, death, what savour hath Life? an impeccable ...
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
I shall go away To the brown hills, the quiet ones, The vast, the mountainous, the rolling, Sun-fired and drowsy! ...
You cannot rob us of the rights we cherish, Nor turn our thoughts away From the bright picture of a ...
Lucilla, wedded to Lucretius, found Her master cold; for when the morning flush Of passion and the first embrace had ...
In the little Crimson Manual it's written plain and clear That who would wear the scarlet coat shall say good-bye ...
From my rented attic with no earth To call my own except the air-motes, I malign the leaden perspective Of ...
For Leonard Baskin To his house the bodiless Come to barter endlessly Vision, wisdom, for bodies Palpable as his, and ...
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