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  1. Poem Analyzed by Emma Baldwin. B.A. English (Minor: Creative Writing), B.F.A. Fine Art, B.A. Art Histories. ‘The Lake Isle’ is a two- stanza poem that speaks on the same themes as ‘ The Lake Isle of Innisfree ’ by W.B. Yeats. Pound explores themes of life, work, and the purpose of both in this short poem. The tone is wistful as the ...

  2. I looked and saw a sea. roofed over with rainbows, In the midst of each. two lovers met and departed; Then the sky was full of faces. with gold glories behind them. This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on August 16, 2015, by the Academy of American Poets. The Sea of Glass - I looked and saw a sea.

  3. Hear me. Cadmus of Golden Prows! The silver mirrors catch the bright stones and flare, Dawn, to our waking, drifts in the green cool light; Dew-haze blurs, in the grass, pale ankles moving. Beat, beat, whirr, thud, in the soft turf. under the apple trees, Choros nympharum, goat-foot, with the pale foot alternate;

  4. Canto LXXXI. By Ezra Pound. Zeus lies in Ceres’ bosom. Taishan is attended of loves. under Cythera, before sunrise. And he said: “Hay aquí mucho catolicismo— (sounded. catoli th ismo. y muy poco reliHion.”. and he said: “Yo creo que los reyes desparecen”.

  5. Ezra Pound. 1885 –. 1972. You came in out of the night. And there were flowers in your hands, Now you will come out of a confusion of people, Out of a turmoil of speech about you. I who have seen you amid the primal things. Was angry when they spoke your name.

  6. Ezra Weston Loomis Pound (30 October 1885 – 1 November 1972) was an American expatriate poet, critic and a major figure of the early modernist movement. His contribution to poetry began with his promotion of Imagism, a movement that derived its technique from classical Chinese and Japanese poetry, stressing clarity, precision and economy of ...

  7. Going down the long ladder unguarded, I fell against the buttress, Shattered the nape-nerve, the soul sought Avernus. But thou, O King, I bid remember me, unwept, unburied, Heap up mine arms, be tomb by sea-bord, and inscribed: A man of no fortune, and with a name to come. And set my oar up, that I swung mid fellows."