H. S. Mauberley (Life And Contacts) [Part I] (Ezra Pound Poems)
Vocat aestus in umbram Nemesianus Es. IV. E. P. Ode pour l'?lection de son s?pulchre For three years, out of ...
Vocat aestus in umbram Nemesianus Es. IV. E. P. Ode pour l'?lection de son s?pulchre For three years, out of ...
Now this is the ballad of Jeremy Jones, And likewise of Bobadil Brown,Of the Snooks and the Snaggers and Macs ...
Brothers; even those of you who are already in the sear and yellow leaf, and full of years and ...
Aha! Beware! I know your guilty past! I was a witness of that secret crime.One word! and all your fondest ...
Dear father, from my cradle I acknowledgeAll your wise kindness, tender care, and love, Through days of kindergarten, school, and ...
She is all there. She was melted carefully down for you and cast up from your childhood, cast up from ...
A Greedy Heir long waited to fulfill, As his Executor, a Kinsman's Will; And to himself his Age repeated o'er, ...
At nine fifteen a.m. on the first day of his eighty- first year. Why don't I first-person myself? I was ...
She poured the tea. Vaguely I watched her hands.The mask was fitted: in my wandering dreamWere boulder-broken valleys, a strange ...
TO charms and philters, secret spells and prayers, How many round attribute all their cares! In these howe'er I never ...
A Greedy Heir long waited to fulfill, As his Executor, a Kinsman's Will; And to himself his Age repeated o'er, ...
Daily the cortege of crumpled defunct cars goes by by the lasagna- layered flatbed truckload: hardtop reverting to tar smudge, ...
When I think of the many people who privately despise children, I can't say I'm completely shocked, having been one. ...
The window opens to a ledge. There is a great darkness coming. The betrayers of lineage. Their savior walking across ...
Shell-shocked from Korea A grenade that left him The platoon's only survivor, Put him in Stanley Royd For thirty years. ...
1 OUT of the cradle endlessly rocking, Out of the mocking-bird's throat, the musical shuttle, Out of the Ninth-month midnight, ...
She is all there. She was melted carefully down for you and cast up from your childhood, cast up from ...
The riches of the poet are equal to his poetry His power is his left hand It is idle weak ...
"Vocat aestus in umbram" Nemesianus Es. IV. E. P. Ode pour l'élection de son sépulchre For three years, out of ...
There is one thing that ought to be taught in all the colleges, Which is that people ought to be ...
They're taking down a tree at the front door, The power saw is snarling at some nerves, Whining at others. ...
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