Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HOMAGE AND LAMENT FOR EZRA POUND IN CAPTIVITY, MAY 12, 1944, by ROBERT DUNCAN Poem Explanation Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Apprehension this spring ... The leaves, the leaves Last Line: Still, as still as everness returning Subject(s): Poetry & Poets; Pound, Ezra (1885-1972) | ||||||||
Apprehension this spring - the leaves, the leaves still as everness returns, defining distances with green. The space between alive with each upon each barely in motion. Coming into a room from hidden windows, light reflects in shade a spotted shade of spring having almost sound upon the ear. Four voices #NAME? upon a warp and woof of distances unified in light and sense of leaves, of Venus sea-ambulant among the boughs. The numerous leaves are still, as still as the heart in seeing, in hearing a melody within an edifice of sound, as sound as Brzeska's head in solid stone made, as lasting in the heart though the particular stone be crackt. Iconoclasts may never break that stone once seen, once heard in the returning everness of mind. The numerous leaves are still in seeing, in hearing. The numerous leaves await in knowing apprehension this spring like some crackt voice fanatic dryad among the boughs, the melodies of mind. Ezra, this time of year, this deceptive real we fear lest hunting voices overtake the hunted. Torn by wild upon the wild evasive beauty, a mocking face recalls to mind among the leaves, the lights, an enemy. Far down-I hang in qualms of deep-an old man stumbles, mutters maledictions upon the hounds. In this place, before Hell's door, anger-blind, l leaves rehearse crimes. Human figures in a frieze rehearse remembered faces. Universities, the damn seas of human faces go down like wolves behind the eyes to fill these distances with fire. The desire, for all its leaves, for all of violin, of solid stone, turns a human hurt and damnd toward outrage's Hell. Desire has crackt crosst eyes to see a Hell's door Heaven. Hell's door's Heaven will never change as leaves may change and fall like wolves upon the human flesh and bone. Universities, the damnd, that turn upon the damnd with passive righteousness--another hell, more treacherous than fire or wolves. Far down-I voice in the wrong beauty better than no beauty-to see a still world still hopping mad among its calm of leaves. We have not less to fear or hate. Old man, early devoted voice, this afternoon as light falls down it leaves one shining sill, promising, illusive. The room is filld, enters in the mind, with this, an architecture to house the mind in Heaven-apprehending in a single phrase of Mozart a universe, the tones, the tones like leaves of light to fall, to reappear, establishing distances upon the warp and woof of person not to fall. A single window upon another scene, a painted Mediterranean bluenose in the room gives possession of a world by love. Against some Mediterranean scene an old man stumbles, mutters maledictions, sees that blue, as Joyce once saw a sea, tighten scrotum, mock at an old man's heart. He screams abominations, curses, seeing a gull fly up upon the wind, seeing an early eagerness falter and drift to be toucht by usury. What still and wondrous knowledge avails then? to know as leaves, as sea of soul gives out, no longer capable to eager green, to see each upon each barely in motion as still as everness return. Apprehension this spring ... the leaves, the leaves, still, as still as everness returning. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPISTLE TO THE RAPALLOAN by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH ON THE FLY-LEAF OF POUND'S CANTOS by BASIL BUNTING METAMORPHOSES: 20. PHAETON (EZRA POUND) by WAYNE KOESTENBAUM |
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