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• An Immorality

  Sing we for love and idleness,
  Naught else is worth the having.
  Though I have been in many a land, …

  Ezra Pound

• The Study in Aesthetics

  The very small children in patched clothing,
  Being smitten with an unusual wisdom,
  Stopped in their play as she passed them …

  Ezra Pound

• Further Instructions

  Come, my songs, let us express our baser passions.
  Let us express our envy for the man with a steady job and no worry about the future.
  You are very idle, my songs; …

  Ezra Pound

• Villanelle: The Psychological Hour

  I
  i had over-prepared the event—
  that much was ominous. …

  Ezra Pound

• Ballad of the Goodly Fere

  Ha’ we lost the goodliest fere o’ all
  For the priests and the gallows tree?
  Aye lover he was of brawny men, …

  Ezra Pound

• Ballad for Gloom

  For god, our God, is a gallant foe
  That playeth behind the veil.
  I have loved my God as a child at heart …

  Ezra Pound

• La Fraisne

  For i was a gaunt, grave councillor,
  Being in all things wise, and very old;
  But I have put aside this folly and the cold …

  Ezra Pound

• The River-Merchant's Wife: A Letter

  While my hair was still cut straight across my forehead
  I played about the front gate, pulling flowers.
  You came by on bamboo stilts, playing horse; …

  Ezra Pound

• Exile's Letter

  So-kin of Rakuho, ancient friend, I now remember
  That you built me a special tavern,
  By the south side of the bridge at Ten-Shin. …

  Ezra Pound

• Sangar

  Somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
  Smelling of war; most curiously named
  The Mad Recreant Knight of the West. …

  John Reed

• Dagonet's Canzonet

  A queen lived in the South;
  And music was her mouth,
  And sunshine was her hair, …

  Ernest Rhys

• A Song of Happiness

  Ah, happiness:
  Who called you “Earandel”?
  (Winter-star, I think, that is); …

  Ernest Rhys

• The Master

  A flying word from here and there
  Had sown the name at which we sneered,
  But soon the name was everywhere, …

  Edwin Arlington Robinson

• John Gorham

  Tell me what you’re doing over here, John Gorham—
  Sighing hard and seeming to be sorry when you’re not.
  Make me laugh or let me go now, for long faces in the moonlight …

  Edwin Arlington Robinson

• Richard Cory

  Whenever richard Cory went down town,
  We people on the pavement looked at him:
  He was a gentleman from sole to crown, …

  Edwin Arlington Robinson

• The Growth of Lorraine

  I
  while i stood listening, discreetly dumb,
  Lorraine was having the last word with me: …

  Edwin Arlington Robinson

• Cassandra

  I heard one who said: “Verily,
  What word have I for children here?
  Your Dollar is your only Word, …

  Edwin Arlington Robinson

• Chicago

  hog-butcher for the World,
  Tool-maker, Stacker of Wheat,
  Player with Railroads and the Nation’s Freight-handler; …

  Carl Sandburg

• The Harbor

  Passing through huddled and ugly walls,
  By doorways where women haggard
  Looked from their hunger-deep eyes, …

  Carl Sandburg

• Sketch

  The shadows of the ships
  Rock on the crest
  In the low blue lustre …

  Carl Sandburg

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