Ts'ai Chi'h

Ezra Pound

The petals fall in the fountain,
    the orange-coloured rose-leaves, 
Their ochre clings to the stone.

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• Ezra Pound : Villanelle: The Psychological Hour
• Ezra Pound : Villonaud For This Yule
• E. J. Pratt : An Hour Later
• E. J. Pratt : Before An Altar
• E. J. Pratt : Come Not The Seasons Here
• E. J. Pratt : Defensive Measures
• E. J. Pratt : Inventory Of Hades
• E. J. Pratt : Newfoundland
• E. J. Pratt : Other Ingredients
• E. J. Pratt : Overheard By A Stream

Previous 10 Poems

• Ezra Pound : To The Raphaelite Latinists
• Ezra Pound : These Fought In Any Case
• Ezra Pound : The Tree
• Ezra Pound : The Summons
• Ezra Pound : The Seeing Eye
• Ezra Pound : The Seafarer
• Ezra Pound : The River-merchant's Wife: A Letter
• Ezra Pound : The Return
• Ezra Pound : The Plunge
• Ezra Pound : The Needle