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jueves, 16 de abril de 2020


     EZRA POUND

Youngman of my London days
Ego scriptor
Rambling rose
Of old Bromton Road
The South Kensigton Paradise
leading my life
I did not care
Living in case under the protection of Palas Athena taming her owl
Of the hidden wisdom
Hughy and Gail next door
My neighbours were
And Miss Avisson upstairs
On may birthday party
Cakes and candles
I was thirty
In the zest of waiting for God
eremitic in my cellar
I loved England
Londinun the new Rome
Hearing the rattle of the telex
Kisses and dispatches
News and ideas
Love making
Under the curtains
Painting the town red sometimes
Pubs and cheese and beer
The merry-go-round of Piccadilly Circus
And the dancing balls of Leicester Square
Ezra Pound you paved the
Way jostling in the underground
At rush hour
Wistful of the Roman Days
You the greatest of the American poets sitting in the bitter stool of Nuremberg
Accused of high treason
A new inquisition was in the offing

They put you in a cage
AS IF YOU WERE WILD BEAST
Passing sentence
Death
Was the verdict

But you were reprieved and declared insane
Was that Justice?
A signal of the new freedom
Erased your name
In ignominy
But you paved our ways pointing to the Promised land
At he end of the bridle path
Of thistles and thorns
Father of the new thought
The new singing
The new voice sounding
In your Cantos bring us the music of Villon ballads under the rope
difficult and inextricable
But Rome London means AMOR
And Ezra Pound
The greatest poet of America


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