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 ...
Ezra Pound Poems on Hope (3 Poems)
Alf’s Third Bit (Ezra Pound Poems)
DOLE THE BELL! BELL THE DOLE!Whom can these duds attack?Soapy Sime? Slipp'ry Mac?Naught but a shirt is thereSuch as the ...
Before Sleep (Ezra Pound Poems)
The lateral vibrations caress me, They leap and caress me, They work pathetically in my favour, They seek my financial ...