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 ...
The pomps of butchery, financial power,Told 'em to die in war, and then to save,Then cut their saving to the ...
This lady in the white bath-robe which she calls apeignoir,Is, for the time being, the mistress of my friend,And the ...
Vocat aestus in umbram Nemesianus Es. IV. E. P. Ode pour l'?lection de son s?pulchre For three years, out of ...
Jove, be merciful to that unfortunate womanOr an ornamental death will be held to your debit,The time is come, the ...
IPhyllidula and the Spoils of GouvernetWhere, Lady, are the daysWhen you could go out in a hired hansomWithout footmen and ...
Me happy, night, night full of brightness;Oh couch made happy by iny long delectations;How many words talked out with abundant ...
ITurned from the 'eau-fortePar Jaquemart'To the strait headOf Messalina:'His true PenelopeWas Flaubert,'And his toolThe engraver's.Firmness,Not the full smile,His art, but ...
The salmon-trout drifts in the stream,The soul of the salmon-trout floats over the streamLike a little wafer of light.The salmon ...
FROM THE FRENCH OF JOACHIM DU BELLAYO thou new comer who seek'st Rome in RomeAnd find'st in Rome no thing ...
And then went down to the ship, Set keel to breakers, forth on the godly sea, and We set up ...
I make a pact with you, Walt Whitman-- I have detested you long enough. I come to you as a ...
For three years, out of key with his time, He strove to resuscitate the dead art Of poetry; to maintain ...
"Vocat aestus in umbram" Nemesianus Es. IV. E. P. Ode pour l'élection de son sépulchre For three years, out of ...
For three years, out of key with his time, He strove to resuscitate the dead art Of poetry; to maintain ...
When I behold how black, immortal ink Drips from my deathless pen - ah, well-away! Why should we stop at ...
O God, O Venus, O Mercury, patron of thieves, Give me in due time, I beseech you, a little tobacco-shop, ...
Go, dumb-born book, Tell her that sang me once that song of Lawes: Hadst thou but song As thou hast ...
By the North Gate, the wind blows full of sand, Lonely from the beginning of time until now! Trees fall, ...
No man hath dared to write this thing as yet, And yet I know, how that the souls of all ...
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