EZRA POUND
"In A Station of the Metro"

The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
petals on a wet, black bough.

EZRA POUND

"Pan Is Dead"

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Pan is dead. Great Pan is dead.

Ah! bow your heads, ye maidensall, 

And weave ye him his coronal.

     There is no summer in the leaves, 

And withered are the sedges;

     How shall we weave a coronal, 

Or gather floral pledges?

That I may not say, Ladies. 

Death was ever a churl.

That I may not say, Ladies.

How should he show a reason, 

That he has taken our Lord away 

Upon such hollow season?

EZRA POUND

"In a Station of the Metro"

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The apparition of these faces in the crowd;

Petals on a wet, black bough.

EZRA POUND

"In A Station of the Metro"

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The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
petals on a wet, black bough.

EZRA POUND

"Canto XIV"

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With Usura

With usura hath no man a house of good stone
each block cut smooth and well fitting
that design might cover their face,
with usura
hath no man a painted paradise on his church wall
harpes et luz
or where virgin receiveth message
and halo projects from incision,
with usura
seeth no man Gonzaga his heirs and his concubines
no picture is made to endure nor to live with
but it is made to sell and sell quickly
with usura, sin against nature,
is thy bread ever more of stale rags
is thy bread dry as paper,
with no mountain wheat, no strong flour
with usura the line grows thick
with usura is no clear demarcation
and no man can find site for his dwelling.
Stonecutter is kept from his tone
weaver is kept from his loom

WITH USURA
wool comes not to market
sheep bringeth no gain with usura
Usura is a murrain, usura
blunteth the needle in the maid's hand
and stoppeth the spinner's cunning. Pietro Lombardo
came not by usura
Duccio came not by usura
nor Pier della Francesca; Zuan Bellin' not by usura
nor was ‘La Calunnia' painted.
Came not by usura Angelico; came not Ambrogio Praedis,
Came no church of cut stone signed: Adamo me fecit.
Not by usura St. Trophime
Not by usura Saint Hilaire,
Usura rusteth the chisel
It rusteth the craft and the craftsman
It gnaweth the thread in the loom
None learneth to weave gold in her pattern;
Azure hath a canker by usura; cramoisi is unbroidered
Emerald findeth no Memling
Usura slayeth the child in the womb
It stayeth the young man's courting
It hath brought palsey to bed, lyeth
between the young bride and her bridegroom

CONTRA NATURAM
They have brought whores for Eleusis
Corpses are set to banquet
at behest of usura.

EZRA POUND - "Sennin Poem By Kakuhaku"

The red and green kingfishers
flash between the orchids and clover,
One bird casts its gleam on another.
Green vines hang through the high forest,
They weave a whole roof to the mountain,
The lone man sits with shut speech,
He purrs and pats the clear strings.
He throws his heart up through the sky,
He bites through the flower pistil
and brings up a fine fountain.
The red-pine-tree god looks at him and wonders.
He rides through the purple smoke to visit the sennin,
He takes 'Floating Hill' by the sleeve,
He claps his hand on the back of the great water sennin.

But you, you dam'd crowd of gnats,
Can you even tell the age of a turtle?

EZRA POUND - "Cantico Del Sole"

The thought of what America would be like
If the Classics had a wide circulation
     &nbs p; Troubles my sleep,
The thought of what America,
The thought of what America,The thought of what America would be like
If the Classics had a wide circulation
     &nbs p;Troubles my sleep.
Nunc dimittis, now lettest thou thy servant,
Now lettest thou thy servant
       Depart in peace.
The thought of what America,
The thought of what America,
The thought of what America would be like
If the Classics had a wide circulation...
     & nbsp; Oh well!
       It troubles my sleep.