I lived from 1885-1972. I was from the USA, and am in the Americas category.
I influenced poets John Berryman, Gwendolyn Elizabeth Brooks, Sterling A Brown, Archibald MacLeish, Harriet Monroe, A.K. Ramanujan, Robert Duncan, Wallace Stevens.
Ezra Pound was born in Hailey, Idaho, in 1885. He completed two years of college at the University of Pennsylvania and earned a degree from Hamilton College in 1905. After teaching at Wabash College for two years, he travelled abroad to Spain, Italy and London, where, as the literary executor of the scholar Ernest Fenellosa, he became interested in Japanese and Chinese poetry. He married Dorothy Shakespear in 1914 and became London editor of the Little Review in 1917. In 1924, he moved to Italy; during this period of voluntary exile, Pound became involved in Fascist politics, and did not return to the United States until 1945, when he was arrested on charges of treason for broadcasting Fascist propaganda by radio to the United States during the Second World War. In 1946, he was acquitted, but declared mentally ill and committed to St. Elizabeths Hospital in Washington, D.C. During his confinement, the jury of the Bollingen-Library of Congress Award (which included a number of the most eminent writers of the time) decided to overlook Pound's political career in the interest of recognizing his poetic achievements, and awarded him the prize for the Pisan Cantos (1948). After continuous appeals from writers won his release from the hospital in 1958, Pound returned to Italy and settled in Venice, where he died, a semi-recluse, in 1972.
Popular poetry
- The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
petals on a wet, black bough.1 lines, 4 comments - And the days are not full enough
And the nights are not full enough3 lines, 4 comments - O fan of white silk,
clear as frost on the grass-blade,3 lines, 1 comment - Ha' we lost the goodliest fere o' all
For the priests and the gallows tree?66 lines - No, no! Go from me. I have left her lately.
I will not spoil my sheath with lesser brightness,14 lines - For God, our God is a gallant foe
That playeth behind the veil.27 lines, 1 comment - Come, or the stellar tide will slip away.
Eastward avoid the hour of its decline,15 lines - Damn it all! all this our South stinks peace.
You whoreson dog, Papiols, come! Let's to music!57 lines - As a bathtub lined with white porcelain,
When the hot water gives out or goes tepid,4 lines - I stood still and was a tree amid the wood,
Knowing the truth of things unseen before;12 lines - These tales of old disguisings, are they not
Strange myths of souls that found themselves among14 lines - All the while they were talking the new morality
Her eyes explored me.5 lines, 1 comment - Towards the Noel that morte saison
(Christ make the shepherds' homage dear!)28 lines - Your mind and you are our Sargasso Sea,
London has swept about you this score years30 lines - Lord God of heaven that with mercy dight
Th'alternate prayer wheel of the night and light10 lines - While my hair was still cut straight across my forehead
I played about the front gate, pulling flowers.29 lines, 1 comment - O God, O Venus, O Mercury, patron of thieves,
Give me in due time, I beseech you, a little tobacco-shop,17 lines











