Ezra Weston Loomis Pound

And the days are not full enough


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






Ione, Dead the Long Year


Empty are the ways,
Empty are the ways of this land
And the flowers
Bend over with heavy heads.
They bend in vain.
Empty are the ways of this land
Where Ione
Walked once, and now does not walk
But seems like a person just gone.



From "Poems of Lustra", 1913




Ité

Go, my songs, seek your praise from the young
and from the intolerant,
Move among the lovers of perfection alone.
Seek ever to stand in the hard Sophoclean light
And take you wounds from it gladly.

From "Poems of Lustra", 1913


Child of the grass

Child of the grass
The years pass Above us
Shadows of air All these shall Love us
Winds for our fellows
The browns and the yellows
Of autumn our colors
Now at our life's morn. Be we well sworn
Ne'er to grow older
Our spirits be bolder At meeting
Than e'er before All the old lore
Of the forests & woodways
Shall aid us: Keep we the bond & seal
Ne'er shall we feel
Aught of sorrow


Let light flow about thee
As a cloak of air ..


Si multe altele...