Wednesday, April 05, 2006

Poem #11: L'Art

Green arsenic smeared on an egg-white cloth,
Crushed strawberries! Come, let us feast our eyes.

- Ezra Pound

2 Comments:

At 12:03 AM, Blogger Crawdad said...

Really, so many good poems by Ezra Pound. I think he said he favored musical language over slavery to the metronome, which sounds nice...

Here's another one by EP: An Immorality

Sing we for love and idleness,
Naught else is worth the having.

Though I have been in many a land,
There is naught else in living.

And I would rather have my sweet,
Though rose-leaves die of grieving,

Than do high deeds in Hungary
To pass all men's believing.

 
At 10:43 PM, Anonymous shrinkwrap said...

Wow! He has not always been popular, of course, and is still not undertood by many. Inclulding me at times. When I was in college (back in the 1800s) people thought he was just crazy.

And how about this poem:

Few think kindly
Of the thinking few,
And few there are who think
Who think they do.

Thank you Rosie Bauder; 1953, Lewis and Clark College

 

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