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Ezra Pound

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.

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  • The tree has entered my hands,
    The sap has ascended my arms,
    10 lines, 11 comments
  • I make a pact with you, Walt Whitman -
    I have detested you long enough.
    9 lines, 2 comments
  • 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 enough
    3 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
  • Empty are the ways,
    Empty are the ways of this land
    8 lines, 2 comments
  • 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
  • Sing we for love and idleness,
    Naught else is worth the having.
    8 lines
  • O woe, woe,
    People are born and die,
    15 lines, 3 comments
  • As a bathtub lined with white porcelain,
    When the hot water gives out or goes tepid,
    4 lines
  • Hymn to the Dope
    40 lines, 1 comment
  • As cool as the pale wet leaves
          of lily-of-the-valley
    3 lines, 1 comment
  • I stood still and was a tree amid the wood,
    Knowing the truth of things unseen before;
    12 lines
  • Winter is icummen in,
    Lhude sing Goddamm.
    15 lines
  • These tales of old disguisings, are they not
    Strange myths of souls that found themselves among
    14 lines
  • The lateral vibrations caress me,
    They leap and caress me,
    21 lines, 1 comment
  • Love thou thy dream
    All base love scorning,
    6 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 years
    30 lines
  • En robe de parade. Samain
    Like a skein of loose silk blown against a wall
    14 lines
  • When I am old
    I will not have you look apart
    25 lines
  • O generation of the thoroughly smug
          and thoroughly uncomfortable,
    10 lines
  • Lord God of heaven that with mercy dight
    Th'alternate prayer wheel of the night and light
    10 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

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