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    Exultations
    Exultations
    Exultations
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    Exultations

    By Ezra Pound

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    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherArchive Classics
    Release dateJan 1, 1973
    Exultations
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    Ezra Pound

    Ezra Pound (1885–1972) is one of the most influential, and controversial, poets of the twentieth century. His poetry remains vital, challenging, contentious, unassimilable.

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      Exultations - Ezra Pound

      The Project Gutenberg EBook of Exultations, by Ezra Pound

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      Title: Exultations

      Author: Ezra Pound

      Release Date: July 10, 2012 [EBook #40200]

      Language: English

      *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK EXULTATIONS ***

      Produced by Marc D'Hooghe at http://www.freeliterature.org

      (Images generously made available by the Internet Archive.)

      EXULTATIONS

      OF

      EZRA POUND

      LONDON

      ELKIN MATHEWS, VIGO STREET

      M CM IX

      I am an eternal spirit and the things I

      make are but ephemera, yet I endure:

      Yea, and the little earth crumbles beneath

      our feet and we endure.

      TO CARLOS TRACY CHESTER

      "amicitiae longaevitate"

      I have to thank the Editors of the English Review and the Evening Standard and St. James's Gazette for permission to include in this volume certain poems which originally appeared in those papers.

      CONTENTS

      GUIDO INVITES YOU THUS

      NIGHT LITANY

      SANDALPHON

      SESTINA: ALTAFORTE

      PIERE VIDAL OLD

      BALLAD OF THE GOODLY FERE

      HYMN III FROM THE LATIN OF FLAMINIUS

      SESTINA FOR YSOLT

      PORTRAIT (FROM LA MÈRE INCONNUE)

      FAIR HELENA

      LAUDANTES DECEM

      AUX BELLES DE LONDRES

      FRANCESCA

      GREEK EPIGRAM

      COLUMBUS' EPITAPH

      PLOTINUS

      ON HIS OWN FACE IN A GLASS

      HISTRION

      THE EYES

      DEFIANCE

      SONG

      NEL BIANCHEGGIAR

      NILS LYKKE

      A SONG OF THE VIRGIN MOTHER

      PLANH FOR THE YOUNG ENGLISH KING

      ALBA INNOMINATA

      PLANH

      EXULTATIONS

      Guido invites you thus

      [1]

      "Lappo I leave behind and Dante too,

      Lo, I would sail the seas with thee alone!

      Talk me no love talk, no bought-cheap fiddl'ry,

      Mine is the ship and thine the merchandise,

      All the blind earth knows not th' emprise

      Whereto thou calledst and whereto I call.

      Lo, I have seen thee bound about with dreams,

      Lo, I have known thy heart and its desire;

      Life, all of it, my sea, and all men's streams

      Are fused in it as flames of an altar fire!

      Lo, thou hast voyaged not! The ship is mine."

      [1] The reference is to Dante's sonnet Guido vorrei....

      Night Litany

      O Dieu, purifiez nos cœurs!

      purifiez nos cœurs!

      Yea the lines hast thou laid unto me

      in pleasant places,

      And the beauty of this thy Venice

      hast thou shown unto me

      Until is its loveliness become unto me

      a thing of tears.

      O God, what great kindness

      have we done in times past

      and forgotten it,

      That thou givest this wonder unto us,

      O God of waters?

      O God of the night

      What great sorrow

      Cometh unto us,

      That thou thus repayest us

      Before the time of its coming?

      O God of silence,

      Purifiez nos cœurs,

      Purifiez nos cœurs,

      For we have

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