As a bathtub lined
As a bathtub lined with white porcelain, When the hot water gives out or goes tepid, So is the slow cooling of our chivalrous passion, O my much praised but-not-altogether-satisfactory lady. Ezra Pound
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A crowd pagan as
A crowd pagan as ever imperial Rome was, eager, careless, with an animal vigour unlike that of any European crowd that I have ever looked at. Ezra Pound
Quiet this metal! Let
Quiet this metal! Let the manes put off their terror, let them put off their aqueous bodies with fire. Let them assume the milk-white bodies of agate. Let them draw together the bones of the metal. Ezra Pound
The Garden En robe
The Garden En robe de parade. – Samain Like a skein of loose silk blown against a wall She walks by the railing of a path in Kensington Gardens, And she is dying piece-meal of a sort of emotional anaemia. And round about there is a rabble Of the filthy, sturdy, unkillable infants of the … Read more
With Usura With usura
With Usura With usura hath no man a house of good stone each block cut smooth and well fitting. Ezra Pound
I could I trust
I could I trust starve like a gentleman. It’s listed as part of the poetic training, you know. Ezra Pound
Gloom and solemnity are
Gloom and solemnity are entirely out of place in even the most rigorous study of an art originally intended to make glad the heart of man. Ezra Pound
Haie! Haie! These were
Haie! Haie! These were the swift to harry; These the keen-scented; These were the souls of blood. Slow on the leash, pallid the leash-men! Ezra Pound
Song in the Manner
Song in the Manner of Housman O woe, woe, People are born and die, We also shall be dead pretty soon Therefore let us act as if we were dead already. The bird sits on the hawthorn tree But he dies also, presently. Some lads get hung, and some get shot. Woeful is this human … Read more
Artists are the antennae
Artists are the antennae of the race, but the bullet-headed many will never learn to trust the great artists. Ezra Pound