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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ON THE FLY-LEAF OF POUND'S CANTOS, by BASIL BUNTING Recitation by Author Poem Explanation Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: There are the alps. What is there to say about them? Last Line: Fools! Sit down and wait for them to crumble! Subject(s): Poetry & Poets; Pound, Ezra (1885-1972) | |||
There are the Alps. What is there to say about them? They don't make sense. Fatal glaciers, crags cranks climb, jumbled boulder and weed, pasture and boulder, scree, et l'on entend, maybe, le refrain joyeux et leger. Who knows what the ice will have scraped on the rock it is smoothing? There they are, you will have to go a long way round if you want to avoid them. It takes some getting used to. There are the Alps, fools! Sit down and wait for them to crumble! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPISTLE TO THE RAPALLOAN by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH HOMAGE AND LAMENT FOR EZRA POUND IN CAPTIVITY, MAY 12, 1944 by ROBERT DUNCAN METAMORPHOSES: 20. PHAETON (EZRA POUND) by WAYNE KOESTENBAUM |
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