augury doggerel

Wednesday, October 30, 2002


Ezra Loomis Pound was born on this day in 1885, before your time, in Idaho, but abandoned the place for Philadelphia and London and Paris, Rapallo and Rome, Washington and Saint Elizabeth's Hospital (he was "criminally insane"), and back to Rapallo. His most famous poem is as short as a street address:

In A Station Of The Metro

The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.

I like his "Hugh Selwyn Mauberley" and maybe you do, too. Here's a famous passage:


There died a myriad,
And of the best, among them,
For an old bitch gone in the teeth,
For a botched civilization,

Charm, smiling at the good mouth,
quick eyes gone under earth's lid,

For two gross of broken statues,
For a few thousand battered books.


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