And the days are not full enough by Ezra Pound
Today. And the days are not full enough Ezra Pound And the days are not full enough And the nights are not full enough And life slips by like a field mouse Not shaking the grass
Salutation by Ezra Pound
I was rereading Mary Oliver's The Poetry Handbook yesterday. Saw this poem by Ezra Pound. Never fails to render me speechless. Salutation Ezra Pound O generation of the thoroughly smug and thoroughly uncomfortable, I have seen fishermen picnicking in the sun, I have seen them with
The River-Merchant’s Wife: A Letter by Li Po
September's just round the corner now, and my dear friend K., lovely girl, suddenly speaks of butterflies and August. Oh, Li Po. What would my life, our lives, have been like without your words? We mere mortals, sometimes poets, our
In a Station of the Metro by Ezra Pound
Searching for an old book by Ezra Pound, the one with his earlier, shorter works. I think I lent it to an old love once, from way back. *** A quick search in my bookshelf reveals that it's one of the many