In Epitaphium Eius

Ezra Pound

Servant and singer, Troubador
That for his loving, loved each fair face more
Than craven sluggard can his life's one love,

Dowered with love, "whereby the sun doth move
And all the stars."
They called him fickle that the lambent flame
Caught "Bic" dreaming in each new-blown name,

And loved all fairness tho its hidden guise
Lurked various in half an hundred eyes;

That loved the essence tho each casement bore
A different semblance than the one before.

Next 10 Poems

• Ezra Pound : In Tempore Senectutis
• Ezra Pound : In The Old Age Of The Soul
• Ezra Pound : Invern
• Ezra Pound : Ione, Dead The Long Year
• Ezra Pound : It
• Ezra Pound : Ite
• Ezra Pound : La Fraisne
• Ezra Pound : La Regina Avrillouse
• Ezra Pound : Lament Of The Frontier Guard
• Ezra Pound : L'art

Previous 10 Poems

• Ezra Pound : In A Station Of The Metro
• Ezra Pound : Histrion
• Ezra Pound : Historion
• Ezra Pound : Grace Before Song
• Ezra Pound : Further Instructions
• Ezra Pound : Francesca
• Ezra Pound : Fan-piece, For Her Imperial Lord
• Ezra Pound : Ezra On The Strike
• Ezra Pound : Epilogue
• Ezra Pound : Envoi