Statement Of Being

Ezra Pound

I am a grave poetic hen
That lays poetic eggs
And to enhance my temperament
A little quiet begs.

We make the yolk philosophy,
True beauty the albumen.
And then gum on a shell of form
To make the screed sound human.

Next 10 Poems

• Ezra Pound : Sub Mare
• Ezra Pound : The Bath Tub
• Ezra Pound : The Encounter
• Ezra Pound : The Fault Of It
• Ezra Pound : The Garden
• Ezra Pound : The Garret
• Ezra Pound : The Jewel Stairs' Grievance
• Ezra Pound : The Lake Isle
• Ezra Pound : The Logical Conclusion
• Ezra Pound : The Needle

Previous 10 Poems

• Ezra Pound : Song Of The Bowmen Of Shu
• Ezra Pound : Song In The Manner Of Housman
• Ezra Pound : Song
• Ezra Pound : Silet
• Ezra Pound : Sestina: Altaforte
• Ezra Pound : Salutation
• Ezra Pound : Portrait D'une Femme
• Ezra Pound : Piccadilly
• Ezra Pound : Nicotine
• Ezra Pound : Na Audiart